A new fragrance abruptly eclipsed the alluring aroma of her blood. With his extensive experience, Kieran identified it instantly. This scent seemed universal among women, whether they were vampires, humans, or even werewolves.
In a swift motion, he was right before her, gripping her neck tightly, "Are you trying to seduce me, little wolf?" He smiled, but there was a dangerous edge to his voice.
***
Werewolves and vampires, two neighboring factions, had never coexisted peacefully due to longstanding grudges. Rylee had endured three mating seasons without finding a mate. The fourth and final season loomed ahead. She believed all hope was lost, unaware of what Selene, the goddess of love, had planned for her. Who would have thought that a werewolf and an original vampire could be destined as mates? A union seen as both an abomination and a curse.
Would both kingdoms set aside their old grievances and accept their new fate? Or would this pairing reignite an ancient war?
