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The Alpha King’s Claim

As the king of all werewolves and lycans, Aero rules with an iron fist. He is perfect at everything—except women. Serena McAllister has a normal life…until she buys a painting at an antique shop and is transported to a world of werewolves and lycans—materializing right on the bed of none other than the Alpha King.

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As the king of all werewolves and lycans, Aero rules with an iron fist. He is perfect at everything—except women. Serena McAllister has a normal life…until she buys a painting at an antique shop and is transported to a world of werewolves and lycans—materializing right on the bed of none other than the Alpha King.

Age Rating: 18+

Original Author: J.M. Felic



I always love them. Whenever there was an art show near Manhattan, I make it a point to go check the artworks and possibly buy one. Or two. Or three of them.

What I look for in a painting were the strokes the painter uses, the vibrant colors, and how they blend in with the picture in general, and, of course, the drawing.

I had always been a sucker for fantasy-inspired paintings. Fantastical landscapes, mythical creatures, men and women wearing weird clothing, oh yes, I collected them all.

They had always reached out to a part of my soul that I had been guarding since I lost my parents. They had always called out to a part of me, I wasn’t sure what.

Maybe, my parents as painters could be the reason. They influenced my tastes after all.

But deep inside me, I knew there was always something special about these types of paintings I couldn’t quite figure out.

One rainy day, I ran across an antique shop in downtown Manhattan about to be closed by the bank for bankruptcy.

The different antique displays were spread all over the street in the hopes that some passersby would still buy them.

I caught sight of a beautiful painting of a landscape. Breathtaking it was, and purely, for lack of a better word, out of this world.

The painting showed a mountain range with its slopes covered in fall trees. In the center of this mountain range, just nestled atop the hill, was a silver-plated castle.

The details were extraordinary, magical even. I couldn’t resist its call, so in the end, I bought it. Plus, I didn’t want it to be wet with the rain. I wanted to give it a home.

The antique shop owner, an old lady probably in her late sixties, was gracious enough to give me a discount considering the painting had smudges on the edges because of its aged state.

I was kind enough to refuse it. If she was in bankruptcy, at least my full payment of the painting would help her in some way.

“May the magic be with you always,” she said with a smile as we parted.

I just shrugged, never really thinking much about her words. I didn’t know then it had meaning.


The first night the painting was with me, I dreamed about magical creatures—behemoths in the sky, beautiful mermaids swimming in the ocean, and fairies hiding in the woods. The dream was lovely. I didn’t want it to end.

The second night, I dreamed about the castle on the hill. It was beckoning me, wanting me to go there. I woke up in the middle of the night panting, not knowing exactly what got me so worked up.

The third night, my dream brought me inside the castle. It was enormous, with arched roofs and glass walls. In a blink of an eye, I was sent to a bed chamber.

The sheets were covered with an embroidered insignia, a profile of what looked like an animal—a wolf—and around it were curves, lines, and symbols I had never come across. It was beautifully colorful.

But what really captured my attention was the one lying on it. It was a man and, from what I could gather, the king of the castle as he had a crown on the top of his head screaming almighty powerful.

Of course, that wasn’t the only thing that made my eyes pop.

It was a certain body part of his that stood like a rod as if saying “‘hi’” to me. It was located down south. Really, really down south. Lower than his waist and just between his thighs. His right hand, oh yes, it was curled into a fist, wrapping securely that body part of his like it was its second skin.

The thing that woke me up from that weird dream was when his hand started pumping, and he groaned like it was the best fucking masturbation he had.

I had to take in deep breaths just to calm myself down. One, two, three. One, two, three.

But I knew I was fooling myself. I felt wet, hot, and bothered by it, and I stayed like that for the entire day until the fourth night came.

The dream didn’t start with anything magical or downright erotic, really. It was just me on my bed, lying like a log, unmoving; yet inside my head, I heard an ethereal voice—a

woman’s voice—calling out to me to stand up and touch the painting.

And like a puppet, I did.

The next thing I knew, I woke up inside that castle’s majestic bed chamber with the said king on top of me.


On his deathbed, my father gave the crown to me, but he let me promise I’d get a queen in the next three days.

Three fucking days.

Of course, considering he was dying, and that I desired the throne all my life, I had to agree; but deep inside me, I knew I was lying.

Fast forward ten years later, I still didn’t fulfill his wish, and not an ounce of guilt crept inside my head.

I hated women—all of them in general—and that probably all stemmed because my mother, Olivia, the Queen of Phanteon, bedded another man. Lots of them.

She had an insatiable appetite for all things cock-related. My father’s was, unfortunately, not enough. Driven mad by jealousy and betrayal, he killed my mother.

Only a few people knew about it, and the kingdom was fed with false information that she died because of an illness.

Lately, my ministers had pressured me into taking a queen. Or at least own a harem that would cater to my sexual needs.

Those ministers that did that—they were six feet under the ground now, and the harem they started? Well, let’s just say my army was grateful to me.

I don’t have any phobia of women, really. I simply abhor them, and the entire kingdom knew it. Hence, most, if not all, of the staff of the castle were males.

The female staff had to hide whenever I was near, else they’d be beheaded on the spot.

But don’t get me wrong. As king, I’m benevolent, I’m fair, and I see to the welfare of my people, be it of the opposite gender or not.

I just disliked seeing a woman inside my castle or even entertain the thought of having a queen.

So, with that said, you could say I was pretty surprised when a woman suddenly materialized under me when I was just about to drop myself into the bed.

Our eyes met, both wide with surprise and confusion. She had her arms spread on each side, her chest rising and falling double time. Her legs were spread apart.

I was in between it, and I couldn’t deny the brief press of my sudden erection against that fleshy part down her abdomen.

At first I felt disgusted, but the next second, I felt…

No. Certainly, it is just a play of my mind.

Going back to the matter at hand, my hands remained paralyzed, not knowing exactly what to do. Should I shove her away?

Should I grab a fistful of that waterfall of brown hair and drag her off the bed?

Or should I behead her as I would usually order my guards to do— not like that ever happened to date, but it was an excellent demonstration to all my subjects to let them know I was truly a man of my word.

Neither of my ideas actually happened, for in two seconds my double doors burst open, and in came my audacious younger brother, Elijah.

He didn’t even have the gall to knock on my bedroom door, and that meant he was in trouble over something only I could fix.

“Oh, what do we have here? I guess the rumors aren’t true after all,” he said, an amused tone in his voice clear.

I groaned. “This is not what you think.”

Glaring at the mysterious tongue-tied woman, I stood up and pulled myself away from her lightning quick. At the sight of her two abominations—breasts—I cringed. She wore a

yellow chemise that left little to the imagination. I wasn’t surprised. My whore of a mother used to wear a similar one when seducing her men.

The said garment was almost see-through. The outline of her nipples was as clear as day. Her legs, widely spread to my horror, showed the smoothness of her inner thighs.

Luckily, she wore a covering that hid that despicable part of her as a woman.

When our eyes connected again, she actually had the sense to look surprised and fearful. Not my first time, really.

All women I come in contact with, be it a princess of some neighboring kingdom or a priestess, would show fear in their eyes. They knew my reputation already.

But this mysterious woman, from showing fear, actually had the audacity to frown at me in the next second. She covered her body with the available bedding within her reach and shot me a glare.

“What kind of prank is this?” she yelled. “I demand an answer!”

She demands an answer?

I scoffed. What a bold but reckless woman she was. Her head had loose screws, maybe? Did she not know I was her king?

“No, I demand an answer, woman.” The muscles of my jaw became taut. My eyes turned to slits as I stared at her glare head-on. “I’m your king. You, however, are a nobody. Who told you to suddenly poof your way inside my chamber, into my bed, under me, no less, and demand an explanation?”

Suddenly, she appeared lost for a moment, her brows furrowing, and couldn’t speak.

My younger brother saw this as a chance to butt in.

“I’m not sure what you guys are trying to prove by acting as if you’re both strangers,”—he clucked his tongue and grinned at me—“but it seems to me, brother, judging from what I saw earlier, my problem is solved. Just tell me you really like women and be done with it. I clearly saw both of you ready to fuck.

You can’t say I’m imagining things!”

“This is a prank, right? Tell me this is just a prank,” the woman cried out, her voice shaky and desperate.

Finally, she left the mattress and stood on the other side of the bed, a distance away from me and Elijah.

I would have to order my attendants to change my bedding stat.

“I was just inside my room,” she continued, her eyes wandering from the room to us.

“I heard a woman’s voice. She told me to touch the painting. I did, and then suddenly I’m here. It’s pretty much a goddamned prank to me.” She turned to Elijah with another glare and then to me and continued, “Who are you, and who told you to do this!”

I was beyond pissed with her demanding voice. Without thinking, I crossed the room and went straight to her in purposeful strides.

“Woman, nobody,”—I inched closer, making her feel tiny with my tall frame—“I repeat, nobody talks to me like that. You are trespassing the royal chamber. You are disrespecting your king. You have shamefully stripped yourself in front of me.

“You have raised your voice to both two royals. Need I say more? For your transgressions, I will behead you on the first light of day.”

Fear crossed her eyes again, but it was only briefly because she suddenly burst out laughing, one that was belly deep and full. “Oh my god, you’re the best actor I have seen in my entire life!” She placed a hand on my bare shoulder and patted me. Patted me!

The gall of this woman…

“And the setting. Wow. The details of this room sure look striking.” She sashayed past me and then enthusiastically studied my kingdom’s emblem embroidered on my bedding. “Wow,” she voiced out, her smile stretching from ear to ear.

It took me off guard for a moment. Her smile was disarming.

“Seriously, what did you guys do, huh? Rent the whole bloody Hollywood for me? Who set you up? I’m sure it was Jenny, right? My cousin can be theatrical sometimes.”

What is this woman blabbering about?

Elijah and I exchanged glances, confusion swirling in our heads.

Tell me this is just your ploy to make me think you still hate women, brother, he mind- linked.

I tossed him a good stern look and answered, No. As I said, she just materialized in front of me. I didn’t bring her here, and we were certainly not about to fuck.

Wow. He shook his head slowly, looking amazed. Talk about a rip-off. He watched as the woman sauntered from corner to corner of my bedroom, looking for who knows what.

He tossed me another good look, and I swear I clearly saw the cogs in his brain turning. Okay, I’ll take it from here, he told me, grinning from ear to ear. You just…uhm…keep your mouth shut.

She won’t see you attractive if you keep up with your stingy attitude.

What’s that supposed to mean? I growled, but he dismissed me, instead establishing a conversation with her again.

“It seems you have been misguided, beautiful. This is not a prank. You are truly inside the king’s chamber. If you would so kindly look outside the balcony, you’ll see I’m telling the truth.”

Elijah gestured to the grand balcony I had left open and beamed a smile on her way. The woman seemed to consider it. She slowly moved outside, sweeping the long see-

through curtains to the side as she walked past it and then stood in the center of my balcony. The sight of her back with her straight brown hair had me swallowing a nonexistent lump in my throat.

I had never had a woman in my chamber before, even more so in my arms. To see her standing there on my balcony wrecked the normal beating of my heart.

I hated it.

“Oh god, this is…this isn’t real.” She shook her head and then turned to face us again. Through the sheer curtain, our eyes met again. Hers was a mixture of more confusion,

utter surprise, and dread. Mine was all pride.

“Oh, but we are,” I said, the tone of my voice turning low, predatory. “So if you don’t want your head cut off, you would do well to respect me.”

She gasped audibly, took a step back, and tightened her grip on the bedding. “My head?” she murmured shakily, her face a painting of genuine fear. “My…”

Then I saw her eyes roll back. From where she stood, her balance simply disappeared.

She was hurtling down the floor faster than I could react, but luckily, before her head contacted the ground, Elijah was quick to catch her.

He was known across the kingdom to be the fastest werewolf there was. Well, second to their king, me, at least.

Cradled by his arms, her head hung low and her eyes squeezed shut. Whatever made her unconscious, I didn’t care. It would be easier to dispose of her like this.

My brother looked at me, displeased. It was the first time I had seen him like this.

“Brother, don’t scare her away, please,” he said, shaking his head. “She’s my only chance at freedom.”

“What are you talking about, Elijah?” I barked, my brows knotting.

He looked surprised for a moment, and then an amused smile reshaped the grim line of his mouth. “The council didn’t tell you?”

“Tell me what?” I asked. Nothing escapes my attention unless it was something I purposefully ignored.

Elijah tsked and sighed. “Father knew you wouldn’t take a wife after his death despite your promise,” he started. With that sentence alone, I had a feeling I wouldn’t like what would come next.

“So, to solve that problem, he set a limit to your kingship. You’ll kiss your crown goodbye if you don’t take a wife forty days after your twenty-ninth birthday.”

“What!” I bellowed. The hell didn’t I know this?

My birthday was three days from now. For a normal man blessed with good looks and wealth, forty days would have been easy to procure a wife, but to me, it was close to impossible.

I prefer to go to war with the fae realm than woo a woman.


“You could only imagine how that sounded to me,” my brother went on, his jaw tensing. “I’m the next in line to the crown, but you know I don’t want it. Just thinking about the duties gives me chills.”

He looked back at the woman and, as quick as a blink, his expression lightened. He smiled again. “However, it seems the Goddess has smiled down on you, brother. The timing is just perfect. Look at her. She’s your ticket to your marital problems. She’s my ticket to


“She’s my ticket to a big-ass headache,” I quipped. “She appears to be clueless about where she is and who we are. My suspicion is that she came from a different realm. She could be anything, and I don’t want that.”

I cast a disdainful look at the woman and snarled. “I don’t need a wife. I don’t need a queen. I’ve told the council that repeatedly.”

“But your kingdom needs an heir,” Elijah replied. “If you won’t give them, who else will?”

“You will,” I answered without hesitation. “You have several women in your lap, Elijah.

You probably have a brood as we speak. Let one of your firstborns be my heir.”

“And risk a rebellion?” He frowned at me. “Aero, you are the rightful ruler. I am just your stepbrother. I’m not cut out for this stuff, and neither are my sons…” He cleared his throat and shrugged.

“Well… if I have one, but that’s not the point. As your royal adviser, I advise you to take this woman. She materialized under you, for crying out loud. Doesn’t that mean something?”

“I hate women. I hate their guts. I abhor their bodies,” I stated point-blank. “If you won’t help me fix this problem, then I’ll fix it on my own. I’m the Alpha King of Phanteon. I’ll

overwrite our father’s decree.”

“Good luck with that, then,” he snapped.

I rolled my eyes heavenward in response to his statement, then I turned away from them and walked out of the balcony.

“Take her to the dungeon! She’ll rot there for as long as possible.”


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I woke up surprisingly without a pounding headache despite remembering I lost consciousness in the middle of a balcony—the so-called king’s balcony, no less.

I should have hit the ground, gained a concussion, or maybe broken my spine, but I felt as healthy as I was before this entire hullabaloo started.

Either the balcony had seriously soft ground or my fall was cut—I couldn’t really remember what happened after I lost consciousness, but either way, it was to my advantage.

All memories of over the last few hours—or minutes? Or days? I couldn’t be so sure—had returned to me like a flood the moment my eyes flitted open. My instant comment was, “Yes, I’m actually inside a fantasy world. How great is that?” But my sane mind interjected, reminding me that yeah, my head was under threat of dismemberment. That arrogant man who called himself king promised I’d be beheaded in the first light of day.

Quickly, I surveyed myself and the place I was in. I was on a bed with a very soft mattress and pillows, wearing a rather silky short dress that was up to the knee. I scrunched up my

nose. Clearly, I wasn’t on my own bed and in my pajamas, and that meant I wasn’t dreaming of the events I remembered with those men.

The bed was a four-poster; its thick drapes were spread up to cover the mattress entirely.

Darkness enveloped me inside. I had to extend my arm just so I could reach the cloth and check the outside environment.

My heart skipped a beat thereafter. It was daylight, possibly even morning, meaning my time was up, and I’d likely kiss my head goodbye soon. A feeling of dread washed all over me then.

“Oh no…” I muttered, shaking my head. “No, no, no, no, no! I got to find a way out of this place!”

I scrambled to leave the bed, pushing myself out of the darkness and into the light.

When my feet hit the cold, shiny floor, that’s when I saw two guards standing near an open door on the right, dressed in armors and helmets.

They looked seriously like Mobile Legend wannabes with all the dangerous vibe and pointed heavy-looking spears.

I placed a hand over my mouth to stifle my gasp. Despite their covered faces, I felt their eyes on me, but luckily, they didn’t move. Not an inch, just like those guards in Buckingham Palace.


Turning around, I looked for another way out of the room. There was a second door on the left, near the bed, so slowly, so as not to arouse suspicion, I neared it.

Once inside, I groaned, feeling disappointed upon seeing the familiar setup of a comfort room with glass walls and a huge, steaming pool.

“You’ll find the water very comforting on your skin once you dip in the pool. Try it, I insist,” a male voice suddenly started behind me.

I whirled around to see my intruder, and there he was, the man whom I remembered to be the king’s brother.

“Hello. I am Prince Elijah at your service, brother of King Aero of the Kingdom of Phanteon, royal adviser to His Majesty and a self-confessed ladies’ man. May I know your name, beautiful maiden?”

Instead of answering him, I furrowed my brows and said, “Pleasantries are useless when you are here to assist me to my doom.”

“Doom?” His brow arched up, and he looked confused. “What made you think that?” I scoffed. What was this man playing at?

“If I recall correctly, your cruel brother sentenced me to death by beheading for stupid reasons.”

“Oh, no, don’t worry about that.” He quickly shook his head. “He was just talking nonsense. Don’t take it personally.”

“He threatened me.” I placed a hand on my chest. “Of course, I’d take it personally.” But my show of bravado was ignored. He just shrugged and looked unconcerned.

“You’ll get used to it, promise. Plus, my brother doesn’t always have that acidic attitude.

You’ll find that he has a caring side too.”

For some reason, I could see Pinocchio in him, telling a lie and lengthening his nose as a result.

“What makes you think I want to know more about him?” I hissed. “I’m supposed to be at home. Where is this place anyway, and why am I here?”

As much as I’m a fan of fantasy, I didn’t think staying in this place would be healthy.

One, I have no idea how to survive. I have no money, no shelter to call my own, no belongings even, and no Akita, my favorite Siberian husky pet to give me my daily dose of

happy pill. Second, I’m not even sure where this place is. It seems like Earth to me, but I don’t know what food they eat or if they even eat at all.

Them using English as a language was a bonus, but still, that advantage was outweighed by the many disadvantages.

The man named Prince Elijah didn’t seem offended by my authoritative tone of voice.

He looked amused even.

“Well, uhm, instead of bringing you to the dungeon as per the king’s wishes, I took you to this manor instead,” he answered.

“This place is far from the castle, don’t worry. This is a safe place for you to stay while we sort your uhm…situation. You said so yourself you just touched a painting and then poof you were suddenly transported to the king’s bed.”

I hesitantly nodded. “Yes, that’s a simple way to put it.” I couldn’t wrap my head around what actually happened back in my room, but at least now, I had somebody who might possess some information, or at least that’s what I was hoping for.

“The king’s guess is as good as mine. You may have come from a different realm,” the prince stated.

“Can you morph into a creature? Show fangs instead? Or drink blood? Maybe cast spells? Produce scales and horns? Or maybe you’re like those fae people with their ethereal beauty and irresistible sensuality. You certainly are beautiful and sexy, definitely perfect for my bro—”

“What are you talking about?” I frowned. Wherever he was going with his conversation, I didn’t want any part in it. This man must have had his head deformed. If I was right with my hunch, he was referring to cryptozoology stuff.

“Hmm, judging from your answer and your odd reactions last night, I now know what you are.” He bobbed his head up and down as if sure with his guess. “You’re a human.”

I blinked many times when he said it, and for a moment, I wanted to laugh.

“So are you,” I replied, tossing him a pointed look from head to foot. I mean, come on, it was easy to spot. He looked like a human in my eyes.

He had a normal-looking head, limbs, and torso. And he even had a bulge—maybe not as visible as the king’s, but a bulge still— under his pants that housed that anatomical part for procreation and other purposes…

The prince then laughed a little. “Oh no, no, no. I’m different. I…uhm…well, this is difficult. How do I say this?“ He scratched his head, looking almost shy. “Since the realms

were created, there never has been a report where a human trespassed worlds. We made sure humans were clueless of our existence, and we kept that law sacred even until now.

You are the first in this kingdom to appear.”

“Realms?” I parroted, almost choking up the word. “That’s quite a strong word to use. Let me guess, you are creatures that only exist in books.”

“Pft! Hahaha!” Now the man truly laughed out loud.

I glared at him, taking offense in his reaction. Luckily, a few seconds later he stopped. “I’m sorry, that was wrong of me, but I can’t help it. We are real after all,” he declared.

“We are not just characters in books. You are in the Kingdom of Phanteon, a world where only werewolves and lycans exist.”

That’s it. This prince really had brain damage, but after everything I experienced last night and these past few minutes, I could tell he was telling the truth.

“Werewolves…lycans…” I tested each word on my tongue. They felt rough and unusual and totally bonkers, but another part of me was trying to make good sense of the words.

“You mean like Teen Wolf and Underworld?”

Prince Elijah opened his mouth, looking dumb. “I don’t get what you’re saying. Is that a thing in the human world?”

Huh, my mind laughed at the irony.

“I’d already tag you as a certified nutjob if it wasn’t for this weird room I’m in or the guards flamboyantly dressed near the doorway.

“I remember what I saw last night too—a balcony view of a settlement that I’d only believe exists in the fantasy world, and I remember just how instantly I changed locations after touching the painting, like magic, so I’d say you are really telling the truth.”

“I like that you’re dissecting information rather calmly.” He grinned.

“What would you have me do? Shout like a lunatic? Ask you to—what—transform in front of me? No way is that going to happen. I already passed out last night because of sudden surprise. I don’t want that to happen again.”

“May I know your name, please?” he suddenly changed the subject. This time, I could tell in his eyes he was being genuine.

“Serena McAllister,” I blurted out.

“Hmm, Vasílissa Serena. I like the sound of it.”

At that, I tossed him a confused and sharp look. What was he talking about? I’m pretty sure he used Greek language, but what did the word mean?

And how does this man know how to speak English and Greek to begin with?

“Anyway, I know some people who might have an answer to your situation,”—he walked past the door and into the interior of the bathroom, stood near the steaming pool, and stared at me again—“who could even bring you back to the human realm. I’ll help you, but in return, you must help me too.”

I hauled in a deep breath. “I’m not sure if I should trust you,” I said with no hesitation.

He placed a fist over his chest and briefly dipped his head toward me. “I’m the king’s brother. I’m a royal, and royals always keep their word. Plus, I just saved your life from execution, didn’t I?”

At this point in my life, I didn’t think trusting him could harm me. Considering the situation, I had little advantage to begin with.

I’m vulnerable in this kingdom he called Phanteon, and as much as I hated it, he was my only hope for survival and returning to my home.

I hissed. “Okay, point taken. What do you want me to do?”

“Oh well, nothing.” He was, for a moment, a little hesitant to continue. “I just…well…I want you to rid of the king’s hate of women.”

“Your brother hates women?” I asked, taken aback. No wonder the prick looked at me like a pest last night. Does he actually have gynophobia? That’s tough.

“Yeah…” the prince trailed off. “It’s an issue the kingdom has had for many years now, and because of it, we are having difficulties getting an heir.”

My jaw tensed. “If you’re saying I carry his children, then I’m out.”

Don’t get me wrong, I love children. I even volunteered to work in a nearby orphanage house to take care of the orphans once a week after my day job as an on-call event specialist.

I just didn’t like the idea of spreading my legs for a favor. That’s just downright immoral.

I wouldn’t stoop that low, even if it meant I wouldn’t be able to return to my world and be stranded in this goddamned realm.

“No,” the prince quickly answered, but then he averted his eyes from me to the pool and trailed off once again. “No…I just want you to gradually desensitize him using your presence— just your presence and maybe establish conversation too? One that will not lead to an argument? My brother is very blunt with his words.”

I groaned inwardly. “I’m aware. I got a taste of it last night.”

“Well, good.” He flashed a grin. “You have a head start. Is it a deal then?”

“If you promise I could return home, then it’s a deal,” I boomeranged.

“Promise…” He trailed off the third time. It was getting on my nerves. I shouldn’t trust this

Pinocchio-wannabe completely. “When will we start?” I asked.

He smiled at me and answered, “Now, actually. This manor is the king’s sanctum. He always comes here every day.” He looked up at the giant glass dome directly above the pool, stared at it for a couple of seconds, and then continued.

“Right about now actually. He is on his way here, so that means I probably should get going. I certainly don’t want to receive his ire early in the morning. He’d likely put two and two together and will immediately blame me for your presence here.”

What!” I gasped, surprised by his words. I didn’t think I’d be seeing the king so soon and here in this place, no less. “I thought I’d only meet the king in court and royal gatherings,” I voiced out as he walked past me and into the bedroom.

“That’s usually the case in my world, not unless I’m family or the…mistress of the king, which I’m not. Don’t you think I’d be sentencing my head again when he sees me here? He clearly didn’t approve when I

appeared in his chamber last night.”

Prince Elijah paused from walking and gave me a thumbs-up, “You’ll be fine. I have great faith in you.”

“That’s not very assuring, Your High—ness. ” I frowned at him.

“I’ll see you soon.” He winked at me and, without a wave goodbye, waltzed out of the room, leaving me to defend myself against the biggest baddest wolf in this kingdom— literally.


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Solstice Howl

Ten years ago, werewolves took over the world. Humans are kept in small villages. When they turn of age, human women are thrown into the woods, where wolves can scent them out as their mate.Mya Collins is part of a human rebel group, planning to overthrow the werewolf leaders. She is trained to fight and kill them. But all her training couldn’t prepare her for when she is cast into the woods, and she finds she is the mate of the European Alpha. Will she be able to escape from his claws?

Age Rating: 18+

Note: this story is the author’s original version and does not have sound.

The Fated

Aria Delphine is descended from the first witch ever to live. The aura of power that flows from her is enough to make most supernatural beings run for the hills—but not Kai Baltic. Kai is the only hybrid in the world, a mix between vampire and werewolf. When war strikes too close to home, he’s forced to call in a strong ally, and shocked to discover that she’s his mate. Will these two unique beings find a way to navigate their shared fate?

Age Rating: 16+

Note: This story is the author’s original version and does not have sound.

Heal My Soul

Raina Wilson is a truly kind and innocent soul, but under the surface lies a dark and haunting past that refuses to release its grip on her. As if that’s not enough to deal with, she’s been forced into a marriage with Roman, the hotheaded heir to the rich and powerful Marigold family. Will Raina be able to find peace with her new life, or will her past consume her?

Age Rating: 18+ (Content Warning: Violence, Sexual Abuse, Rape)

The Deal

New York Times bestseller Elle Kennedy brings you a sexy new Off-Campus novel that can be read as a standalone…

Falling for My Brother’s Best Friend

Let’s say you’re an independent, self-sufficient woman who runs the family company and you find yourself falling for your little brother’s best friend. Now, more than ever, you need to count all the reasons why you need to abandon falling.

Abandon Falling #1 – He’s a womanizer. Hasn’t had a serious relationship a day in his life and changes women more often than he changes his sheets.

Abandon Falling #2 – He’s never serious. He cracks one-liners, mostly at your expense.

Abandon Falling #3 – When things go wrong, he seems unfazed and always remains in control. It’s so annoying.

Abandon Falling #4 – He has tattoos. Lots of them. Everywhere. Not to mention, he owns a tattoo parlor. (Damn it! Why doesn’t that sound like a bad thing anymore?)

Abandon Falling #5 – There’s a growing list of how different you two are. You can’t get along for fifteen minutes—a lifetime together would land one of you in prison.

Keep repeating those reasons and drown yourself in work. Pretend you don’t notice his good qualities or how enticing he looks without a shirt, and do not, I repeat, do not agree to live with the man while your place is being repaired from flood damage.

Trust me, even the strongest of us can only forego temptation for so long.


Outside the Lycanthrope Kingdom, eighteen-year-old Lilac is a shy werewolf—but she’s beautiful, and everyone around her is taking notice.

When a scent she can’t ignore hits her and she’s forced to acknowledge her urges, she finds herself looking back at the infamous Kyril Vasilo. And she learns that he’s not just a lycan…he might also be her mate.

Age Rating: 18+


Death and All His Friends

Tegan is haunted by dreams of a forest, a little boy in a clown costume, and a ghost from her past. All she wants is a normal life, but instead she finds herself caught up in the conflicts of a bunch of supernatural weirdos from the afterlife. Will she be able to conquer her demons, or will the real ones drag her down first?

Age Rating: 16+

My Sexy Stepbrother is a Werebear

On the night of the biggest party of senior year, Helen isn’t psyched to be at her mom’s shotgun wedding to some grizzled mountain man from Bear Creek. That is, until she meets Sam–the hottest hillbilly alive–who is unfortunately also her stepbrother. Despite being polar opposites and newly related, the two are drawn to one another. But as they get closer, Helen discovers something: Sam has a secret he can bear-ly hide…

Age Rating: 18+