Fake Bond of the Lycan Lords
READING AGE 18+
Betty has twenty-four hours left before her own pack throws her to the wolves.
She is the Blue Claw pack's finest warrior - and its greatest shame. No shift. No beast. Just a girl who fights like she has something to prove, because in twelve hours, her father signs the order that casts her out as a rogue for it. Then the Lycan royals cross the border, and Prince Adriel's aura drops grown Alphas to their knees. It should terrify her. Instead, something buried under her skin claws awake and answers.
Trapped between exile and extinction, Betty strikes a devil's bargain: a fake mate bond, forged by dark magic, to buy her a throne's protection. One problem - a false mark on a "wolfless" body doesn't heal. It burns. And Adriel isn't a shield she can control; he's a fire that's already spreading, one touch at a time.
Then a jealous rival draws first blood, and Betty's own wolf swears an oath that could kill her before the prince ever claims her. Now she has one moonrise to survive her pack, her bond, and the crown she was never supposed to wear.
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Adriel POV
"Jeremiah. Micah. Move."
I do not look back to see if they are following. The castle halls are a mess of smoke and screaming, but my boots carry me straight through the blood on the stone floor.
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