'He was her saviour and she was his redemption.' Avalyn has been a slave of her fathers’ murderer for eight years before he sold her off in an auction. Nikolai didn't plan on finding his mate, but now that he did, he was going to keep her, even if he had to be her mate, her master or her lover. He'll take her as she will have him. Follow Nikolai and Avalyn on their journey from being the Alpha and Luna of The Rogue Pack to becoming the Lycan King and Queen.

"What are you doing?" Yara jumped, whirling around to see Xander in the doorway of her new room, "Agh! Don't startle me like that!" Xander hardly looked apologetic, instead stating, "You're wearing a dress suit." "Yes?" "Why?" "I'm going to work, the same as you." Yara told him, frowning. "No, you're not." "So I am fired?" "No—," "Then I'm going to work." Xander bridged the short gap between them. He caught her chin and tilted it up slightly, peering right into her eyes. "Yara, you are my mate now. If you work it will put unnecessary strain on your body. You're not fired—you're retired." "I don't want to be retired." She protested. "Xander, fetching your coffee is honestly not as difficult as you make it out to be....Did you know that this last Monday, when I took the cup you rejected away with me, that I just left the room for twenty minutes and came back in with it? You said it was fine and didn't even notice it was the same one, just microwaved!" For a moment Xander's face flashed with scandal but then he seemed to collect himself, although from the looks of it he was beginning to sulk. "… I see." There was a brief moment of silence. Then Xander nodded, "Okay. Fine. You can continue working for me." Yara perked up, "Really?" "Yes." Yara grinned like a kid for this big victory. However, she wasn't aware of what's waiting for her, something she definitely would not like. ***** Yara never knew a pack. Sired by a werewolf father, but raised by her very human mother, she's ignorant of the way of wolf. But she's coping, and even leading an average normal, boring life. But then she met him, her new boss, while wildly attractive, is cold, and an outright ass at times. Turns out the man is a wealthy head alpha, and Yara is suddenly dragged straight into the mysteries of wolfdom by this handsome, powerful stranger. But what does he mean when he says that Yara's an omega? And claims that she's in heat? None of this makes any sense.

"Do you know what smells better than fear?" His voice was a replica of the male. Deep, dark, and dangerous. "What...?" She squeaked, terrified. He was standing so close to her... "Lùst. Desire." He spat the words like they tasted bad, his eyes cold, his face inscrutable. "The scent of your wetness is driving me insane. I can practically taste your hunger for my cóck." Then, he shocked them both—hell, even the poor equipment in her bathroom. With a savage growl, his head lowered completely and his mouth crashed down to hers. . . . *************** There are rumors... Whispers around in secret. Murmurs in pitch darkness. Of the most powerful 'man' in Naturiah. The most fearsome creature. The fiercest predator Naturiah ever has. A man who is the 'impossible'. Rumors has it that his powers and strength not only surpass that of all 'men' but there's are nothing compared to his. He is their Alpha. Most species has an Alpha, but this 'man' is the Alpha of all Alphas. The ultimate Alpha. The Alpha King. They think him god. He is respected like one. He is feared like one. They call him god. Because, he is a crossbreed between the two most powerful creatures. He has the strength of a mountain lion and the power of a werewolf. He can take the form of a mountain lion or a werewolf. Or a man. Why? Because, he is a werewolf AND a mountain lion. His name is Wolfariane Daminor Throne. The Alpha King of Naturiah. .