Bound To Four Alpha Anchors
In Aethelgard, a world where humans and supernatural beings coexist under strict laws and the color of a wolf’s coat determines their worth, Nevaeh Reed is an outcast. Branded a Harbinger of Death by the superstitious Vicious Fangs Pack, she has spent years being blamed for tragedies she didn’t cause.
For Nevaeh, the Awakening Ceremony is her only hope for redemption, a chance to prove a high-class wolf lives within her and finally silence those who treat her as a curse.
But when the moment arrives, Nevaeh fails to awaken her wolf and is branded taint and wolfless.
The misery deepens that same night when a mate bond snaps into place, tethering her to Axel Maximilian, the Alpha heir. Forced to choose between a cursed mate and his birthright, Axel rejects her in front of the entire pack, leaving a broken Nevaeh to face immediate execution.
After narrowly escaping death, Nevaeh is rescued by Dewan Althorin, Alpha of the Moon Howlers. Her world collapses further when she wakes to find a second mate bond has anchored her to Dewan, followed by a third with the arrival of the Hybrid King, Kallos Hawthorne, revealing her true identity and the possibility of a fourth mate.
Nevaeh is an Ugnis, the legendary Red Wolf of myth. Her power is so vast it cannot be contained by a single mate. It requires four separate mate bonds to serve as anchors. Without them, her wolf remains locked and can never awaken. With them, she becomes an unstoppable force of nature.
Now, Nevaeh must find her mysterious fourth mate, who holds the final key to unlocking her powers, decide whether the first mate who once cast her aside is worth reclaiming, and navigate a web of deadly schemes.
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The more she moaned, the harder they worked. Her cries fueled them, spurring them on. Axel suckled deeper, his tongue flicking over her peaked nipple in a rapid, relentless rhythm. Caelum matched him, his mouth forming a slow, insistent pull that made her feel as though her breast might vanish into him entirely.
“Fuck, she’s drenched,” Kallos rasped as he pulled back, his eyes glinting in the low light. “Hold her open for me, Dewan.”
Dewan’s strong hands wrapped around her thighs and pushed them wider, spreading her and baring her completely to Kallos’s hungry gaze. Instinctively, Nevaeh tried to clamp her legs together, a futile reflex against the raw vulnerability of the moment.
"Don't let her," Kallos ordered, his voice rough.
Dewan’s grip didn’t budge. He leaned closer, his breath warm against her knee. “Relax, little flame. He’s about to give you exactly what your body’s been begging for...”
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