"No one will want you after I'm done with you. Doesn't matter, even if you reject me. I'll always have a new mate, but no one will want the scraps left by a royal enforcer."

****
When he's rejected by his first mate, only to be given an omega as a second-chance mate, Acrod's Royal Enforcer, Grant Hindley, is everything but thrilled at the decision. Especially since he refuses to get over his ex, one of the most powerful Lycans alive, so he takes out his anger and frustrations on the omega he is mated to. 

A part of Grant expects a rebellion, but what he gets is love from his ever-abused omega. But is it love, though, when the omega is not even an omega, but a vengeful psycho werewolf prince who loves playing mind games and despises the enforcer for his cruelty toward his people?
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Hiding in plain sight as Nour, an omega, and against his father, the king's, wishes, free-spirited Prince Cassius only wants to have fun before ascending the throne. He doesn't want a mate, much to his father's dismay, but the king lets him be.

However, a mating ceremony forces him out of his comfort zone, and into the most challenging of adventures, one that he leans into, because he wants the full experience of a mate bond. He forces himself to endure, but there is only so much that he can endure before he snaps.

And when he does snap, everything is turned upside down.

Heaven becomes hell in so many ways.

Justice is a thing of the past as vengeance shows up in the form of the goddess's worst creation - a devil Lycan mate for the prince. A man who doesn't mind getting his hands dirty just to see a smile on the prince's face.

And his first target? 

Royal. Enforcer. Grant.

And he is determined to avenge his prince; come hell or high water.

Maybe two wrongs make a right after all, no?

***
// Sequel to "Alanor, The Lycan King's Prisoner." But it can be read as a standalone.

* When Fire meets Fate

First, it was the obvious murder of physician Samira by the price of Acrod.


Now it's the sudden death of the king they hadn't seen in a day.


The servants wondered what was going on. The people were worried that this was just another publicity stunt. But what use was publicity when they had all felt the king's mind link with them snap and disappear?


What were they not ready for when they had felt that moment of pain when the king drew his last breath? What kid let them in, and they held their breaths for fear of what was coming?


"What kind of a fucking joke is this? What do you mean the king is dead?" a furious and terrified Grant asked as he looked at Ferhat.


"You heard me. The king is dead. Start the preparations."


Chapter 158 - How Cruel A Reality Carved in Horrors