Moonlight shined over the ancient altar as Kael spread her wide, his scarred body caging hers.
Lira’s thighs trembled against his hips, her slick heat already swollen and aching from hours of his relentless claiming, yet still greedy for more.
“Tell me to stop,” he growled, voice shredded with wolf, the thick head of his cock dragging through her soaked folds, teasing her entrance until she sobbed.
“I can’t—fuck—I won’t stop until you’re ruined for anyone else.”
She arched, nails carving red lines down his back. “Then ruin me.”
He slammed into her in one brutal thrust, stretching her virgin-tight walls until she screamed his name into the ruined temple. Every inch of him burned inside her.
“Feel that?” he snarled against her throat, pulling out only to drive deeper, harder, the wet slap of their bodies echoing off stone. “This cunt was made for me.
Twenty years they kept you locked away—now I’m going to fuck you so thoroughly you’ll feel me for days.”
Her legs locked around his waist, heels digging into his ass, urging him impossibly deeper.
“Kael—gods—please—”
They called her cursed, wolfless and broken. They were wrong.
For twenty years, Lira Ashborne has been locked beneath Darkfang fortress, she was fed scraps and forced into silence.
The scars that bind her wrists are proof of the pack's cruelty. But an ancient wolf stirs in her blood, carrying secrets that could save or destroy them all.
When Alpha Kael Thorn returns from eleven years of exile, ruthless and hungry for revenge. He marks her as his own, expecting the same broken girl who only knew how to bow. But the Moon Goddess doesn't make mistakes.
When enemies attack and buried truths explode into light, they'll discover that some bonds are forged in blood.
