The Direwolf's Mate : short monster romantasy
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SHORT SPICY MONSTER ROMANTASY WITH A DARK TOUCH
A witch the world tried to drown. A direwolf the world threw away.
My whole village lines the riverbank to watch me die.
They call me a witch. They strap me to a ducking stool and send me over the falls, straight into the Banished Lands… a place no beast or human can ever leave.
I should be dead in the river. But instead, I find orange eyes and clawed hands.
Karn is a direwolf. An alpha exiled fifty years ago.
He’s forgotten how to talk to anything but his hounds.
But he hasn’t forgotten how to hunt. Or how to claim.
His den becomes my shelter. His pack tests me. His body shields mine from things that want to eat me.
The village was right about one thing. I am a witch.. and out here, magic pours from my hands.
Every time he touches me, the bond pulls tighter. When his teeth sink into my neck, the mark is permanent.
I’m his mate. His to protect, to mark, to breed and claim.
The world outside took everything from both of us.
In here, we’re not hiding who we are anymore…
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Reader Promise:
SHORT TWO HOUR READ OR LESS
A witch who stops hiding her magic. A direwolf who will tear apart anything that threatens his mate.
Tropes: witch trial x exiled direwolf hero x fated mates x found family wolf pack x half-feral hero x mate bite x awakening magic x primal possessive protector x high heat x HEA