THE FALLEN

"A human mate to a Lycan? That’s unheard of," yet here I am, trapped in the Alpha King's bedroom. I tried to run, but he grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back. "Say that again. I dare you," he snarled, his face inches from mine. I expected him to snap my neck. Instead, an electric current surged between us, silencing my scream. His eyes turned pitch black—demonic. He hates humans. He slaughtered my family. But now, he’s looking at me like I’m the only thing that matters. "My primal side cannot be suppressed," he whispered, his voice vibrating through my chest. He claims he has no interest in a human slave, yet he demands I sleep in his bed every night. I am his enemy, his slave, and his greatest weakness. And tonight, the beast is hungry.