Blackdragonsrule

Thanatos walks into the room, and my world stands still. He looks like a Greek god. I can’t catch my breath. He’s almost 7 feet tall. I need to run my fingers through his golden locks that touch his beautiful face. His dark gold eyes burn into my soul. His face is full of scars and draws me in. He is the most handsome man I have ever laid eyes on. His muscles are bulging out of his tux. He smells like a wood fire. Like he’s going to burn my entire world down. My jaw is on the floor. My wolf is howling in my head, begging me to reach out and touch him. He pulls out a chair and sits beside my father. My sisters and I sigh in unison. What I wouldn’t give to be his seat cushion. Traded like property. Marked as a breeder. Ayesha was never meant to survive the Lycan King. But inside her stirs something ancient Stella, a demon wolf bound by blood and rage. She doesn’t obey. She doesn’t kneel. And she certainly doesn’t care that the king wants Ayesha to carry his heir. Ayesha must walk a dangerous line between survival and surrender. Because losing control doesn’t just mean death it means unleashing a darkness no one can cage.

After Samatha finally gets her wolf, on her 18th birthday. She is suddenly entangled in a love triangle, shattering her family relationships, ruining her reputation, and ending her friendship with her best friend, leaving her heartbroken and alone. Forced into the role of Alpha Kyle’s mistress, Samatha now spends her days in the kitchen of the pack house, her every movement dictated by Kyle’s desires. Can Samatha fight the mate-bond and finally leave kyle? When Samatha finds her second chance mate, will Kyle’s possessiveness allow her to move on and find happiness?

Meek was born with an ancient power. She’s spent her life voiceless, wolf-less, and imprisoned in her father’s shadow. A disgrace to the pack. A secret better left buried. Until her brother risks everything to place her in the Royal Academy kitchen, a rare, quiet role meant to keep her safe. But something inside her is waking. The dreams. The whispers. There’s something in her blood, something older than wolves, and darker than the halls she now walks. Because Meek’s blood isn’t just different. It is forbidden. And if anyone uncovers the truth, It won’t just destroy her it will unearth everything they were desperate to forget.