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The Lycan King's Unwanted Fated Mate
He rules every wolf and lycan on earth. He hates women. She just woke up in his bed. Kael Dravon has never needed anyone. He is the most powerful lycan king alive. Cold. Controlled. Ruthless when he has to be. For thirty-two years he has ruled his kingdom without a queen, without a weakness, without a single woman getting close enough to matter. He prefers it that way. Then Sera appears in his bed - soaking wet, sharp-tongued, completely unafraid of him - and everything he built his life on starts to crack.
She is human. She has no wolf, no pack, no standing in his world. She has no idea how she got there. And she refuses to be intimidated by the most dangerous man alive. His wolf says one word. Mine. He refuses to listen. Sera Voss had a simple life. A bookshop. A best friend. A quiet apartment. Then the world split open and dropped her into a palace full of werewolves, ancient magic, pack politics, and a king who looks at her like she is a problem he never asked for.
She does not beg. She does not break. She pays attention. And the more she watches him - the way he runs his kingdom alone, the way he carries everything and lets no one help - the more she sees something he works very hard to hide. A man who forgot how to want something just for himself. The bond between them is real. The Goddess made it. The Council demands a sixty-day trial. He plans to reject her at the end of it.
She plans to survive it with her heart intact. Neither of them planned for the library. The quiet afternoons. The way he remembers a word he had forgotten he knew - a word that means the ache of recognizing home before you have decided if you are allowed to want it. Neither of them planned for this.
She is human. She has no wolf, no pack, no standing in his world. She has no idea how she got there. And she refuses to be intimidated by the most dangerous man alive. His wolf says one word. Mine. He refuses to listen. Sera Voss had a simple life. A bookshop. A best friend. A quiet apartment. Then the world split open and dropped her into a palace full of werewolves, ancient magic, pack politics, and a king who looks at her like she is a problem he never asked for.
She does not beg. She does not break. She pays attention. And the more she watches him - the way he runs his kingdom alone, the way he carries everything and lets no one help - the more she sees something he works very hard to hide. A man who forgot how to want something just for himself. The bond between them is real. The Goddess made it. The Council demands a sixty-day trial. He plans to reject her at the end of it.
She plans to survive it with her heart intact. Neither of them planned for the library. The quiet afternoons. The way he remembers a word he had forgotten he knew - a word that means the ache of recognizing home before you have decided if you are allowed to want it. Neither of them planned for this.
