Bound To The Wicked Alphas

Succubi and werewolves do not mix.

Ever.

This union was banned for generations upon generations after a union between a werewolf king and a succubus queen almost led to the annihilation of the entire werewolf race.

A child was born from that union, bearing qualities from his different parents, and that made him too powerful to be controlled.

His name was Malachry.

Using his seductive nature, he lured many male werewolves away from their fated mates, causing them to have sexual relations with other succubi and draining their life forces.

By the time most people realized their errors, it was too late.

The male werewolves had become disillusioned, growing weaker, with birth rates plummeting across the realm. Through the sheer amount of life force Malachry had drained, he had become immortal.

He wreaked havoc on werewolf kingdoms, killing thousands, determined to become the one and absolute ruler.

The Moon Goddess saw this carnage and intervened.

She handed them an artefact that could help seal the hybrid in the depths of hell, permanently separating the werewolf and succubus realms.

Thereafter, a rule was made: unions between succubi and werewolves were banished forever.

For centuries, this rule was kept.

Time passed. A new generation arose, one that took such orders as law but refused to watch out.

Until one night, when a male incubus slipped through the cracks and lured a noble omega lady into sleeping with him.

She conceived and bore a girl, Aloria.

Aloria grew up privileged and spoiled, looking down on children she deemed beneath her, her nose permanently pointed in the air, shoulders raised high.

She never shifted, but it didn’t bother her. After all, her mother, though noble by blood, had been an omega.

People naturally assumed she would be too.

Life was perfect and simple. Until she found her mate.

Then things took a downturn.

A bond would not form, no matter how many times they performed the mating ritual and he tried to mark her, the magic recoiled.

But he would not let go either.

What started as a series of unfortunate events turned dark quickly.

Aloria was trapped for years.

Taken against her will, yet the men around her grew obsessed, stopping at nothing to have her again and again.

And again.

Until escape became less hope and more instinct.

And when she finally found her escape, Aloria ran headlong into something far more dangerous…