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SAMSON VI

SAMSON VI's Books(2)

Shadow of the Wolf King

Shadow of the Wolf King

Romance
5.0
Beneath the Blood Moon's glow, a deadly masquerade begins. Lyra has three days to save her sister from the claws of the Ironclaw Pack-or watch her die in the ritual that feeds their cursed king. With scissors trembling in her hand, she cuts her hair, binds her chest, and becomes Lyr: a mute blacksmith's apprentice, shadows masking her scent, lies sharpening her tongue. The plan is simple. Infiltrate King Kael's fortress. Sabotage the altar. Escape. But the tyrant king is no fool. Kael's amber eyes pierce through every shadow, his growl a rumble of storms as he drags "Lyr" into his war room. He demands answers she can't speak, her silence a thorn in his pride. Yet when Lyra mends a blade that hums with forgotten magic, Kael's gaze lingers-too long, too hungry. "You're hiding something," he murmurs, claws grazing her calloused palm. Her pulse betrays her. The fortress is a labyrinth of teeth and treachery. Every step risks exposure: a healing potion splashing her bandages, a rogue wolf catching her true scent, Kael's voice softening in the dark as he confesses secrets no king should utter. "The ritual is a chain," he says, winebitter and weary. "One I cannot break." Lyra's resolve wavers. What if the monster she's vowed to destroy is as trapped as the slaves he rules? On the eve of the Blood Moon, Lyra shatters the altar's chains-only to find her sister's cell empty. Kael stands in the crimsonstained archway, her lies laid bare. "You," he snarls, fangs glinting, "will burn for this." But as flames rise, Lyra whispers a truth that cracks the night itself: "Your curse is a lie. And I know who forged it." The ritual begins. The moon bleeds. And somewhere in the chaos, a king's howl shakes the earth-not in rage, but agony. What price will he pay to believe her?