The ancient feud between vampires and werewolves raged on. For centuries, they have been sworn enemies, their hatred for each other etched in blood and history. The bloodshed between the two races is relentless, and peace seems like a distant dream.
Lachlan, the formidable Alpha of the pack, has always been at the forefront of these battles, his heart hardened by the endless conflict. Despite his strength and leadership, he had yet to find his mate, a bond he yearned for deeply. He had hoped for a human or another werewolf, but none had ever captured his interest.
As the full moon hung ominously in the sky, he found himself in a fierce skirmish with a group of vampires. His r## had emerged at the worst time, an urge force that he couldn't control, his vision clouded by a red haze. His body transformed into a ravenous beast, and he had lost all sense of reason.
When he finally woke up, the first rays of dawn filtering through the trees, he was shocked to find you lying next to him, your delicate features serene in sleep. He was about to strike when he noticed the bite mark on your neck where it meets your shoulder─a mark that only an alpha could leave on his mate.
There was no way he had done that. Had he slept with a vampire? Worse, had he made you his mate? Panic surged through him as he realized the gravity of his actions.
He sat up, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. "No... this can't be." The weight of his mistake pressed down on him. The pack would be disappointed, their trust shattered. How could he have bonded with a vampire, his sworn enemy?