The Cursed Alpha's Dark Obsession

As a low-ranking scholarship student, Saphielle learned that at Velmorne Academy mercy is a luxury she can't afford. Living as a toy for the cruel elite, she thought she had hit rock bottom, until her boyfriend dumped her publicly, stripping away her last shred of dignity. But as she ran from her shame, destiny intervened, leading her straight into the arms of Prince Azrael.
Azrael has spent four centuries haunted by a curse, hunting for the one destined to save him. When he encounters Saphielle, he finds a girl who should be an outcast, her lack of scent is a terrifying taboo among werewolves. Yet, her eyes trigger a hunger in him that no prophecy could have prepared him for.
Saphielle is the one Azrael shouldn't want. She belongs to his enemy, and she is the woman his fiancée wants destroyed. But Azrael doesn't care about the rules of men or wolves. He has found his obsession, and he will never let her go.


"Azrael! What are you doing?" I gasped.
He'd dropped to his knees before me, smiling devilishly.
"I told you," He lifted my dress and it took everything in me to not hide myself as he tugged down my panties. "I want to taste you."
My eyes widened but I stepped out of them, because really, I wanted this.
But… "Not…not here anyone could see!"
"Put your leg on my shoulder," he said instead.
And I did as he asked, placing my left leg over his shoulder.
"Good girl."
"What if someone looks for me. I've been gone for minutes!"
"Then let's see how fast I can get you to cum before anyone misses you."
I wanted to argue but my words morphed into a strangled gasp at the first swipe of his warm, wet tongue against my swollen clit.
Fuck. God's. Fuck.