Why Are Hyenas Considered Scavengers?

She was discarded like a tool after being drained dry, yet became the only mate of a tyrant Lycan king. Lyra's newborn son was taken from her by her Alpha husband and given to his mistress to be raised as their heir, while she herself was accused of infidelity. Falsely accused, condemned to die, she lay in a pool of her own blood waiting for the end—when she heard a voice. “Let her go.” Kael Ashvorn, the tyrant known as the Reaper, pulled her from the pile of corpses and marked her in front of everyone. His hands were stained with blood. Everyone said the Moon Goddess had cursed him, that he would never be given a fated mate or an heir. Until he caught her scent. Her second chance was the most dangerous man alive. His only mate who could bear him a child—was a woman already broken. Was he the Reaper—or her only chance to survive?

'God, I'm late again!' Jane thought as she hurried through the streets. 'Mr. Smith is going to be so mad!' She decided to take a shortcut through some back alleys that she would normally rather avoid. Suddenly, she heard a series of whimpers, thumps, and yelps coming from another alley nearby. It sounded like a dog in pain, being beaten by something heavy 'Maybe if I make a noise, whatever is attacking that dog will get scared and run.' She stopped. She had just peaked her head around the corner and saw not one but two . . . men? . . . standing at the other end of a dead-end alley and overlooking a very large, furry pile of animals that seemed to be twitching. Normally, Jane would have been filled with terror at that moment, but terror was normally reserved for those with something to lose. There was a part of Jane, however, that still clung to the charade that was her life. Her hands began to tremble and her lungs released a scarcely audible gasp. Then the two standing figures turned and faced the end of the alley where Jane was hiding. "I'm going to call the police!" she shouted, lacking anything better to say. One of the figures shook his head and smiled. All his teeth seemed to be far too pointy. "That would be a very . . . terrible . . . mistake," he hissed, his words escaping his mouth like dead air from a pharaoh's tomb. And then both of them headed towards her at an inhuman pace. "No," one of them rasped. "Finish it. I'll get the girl." The other one stopped and snarled some kind of response.

BOOK ONE OF THE CLAIMED SERIES The Lycan beast had always been a war animal, one who enjoyed bloodshed and forceful takeovers. He turned into a beast after he lost everything he owned in a fire including his wife and infant. During a power usurp, the Lycan king found something he never expected — A mate! What’s worse? She’s a weak wolf who wouldn’t even stand a chance in his own world. He wants to get rid of her before she serves as a weakness to him but he doesn’t understand where the urge to protect her came from.

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A young halfbreed hunter-werewolf had witnessed her parents being killed by hunters in retribution for her father turning against them when he found out he had a werewolf mate. After which she needs to raise her two younger siblings while on the run as a rogue before she finds out her mate is the Alpha of the same pack that kicked her mother out for not rejecting her father despite him being a well known hunter who had killed many werewolves, witches and vampires previously. Neither trusts the other at first but eventually they can no longer ignore the mate bond.

"We all consume each other in our way. I merely take a more literal route. You... Alpha." His lip curled. "You would swallow me whole as a part of your pack, and take me as your slave. It is an act of violence, of control. But I..." He stepped closer, and the Alpha tensed, skittering back. "To consume something, to take it into yourself, is an act of love." • ───────────────── • He is a lycanthrope of the first kin. Blood of the fallen gods flows in his veins. Darkness is his refuge, carnage is his mark. And his appetite is that of wolves. In a world where power is wealth, Alphas and Kings war against each other to claim him as their own: to wield his violent nature and bind him to their thrones as a beast of massacre until his last breath. Orphaned by a war in the past, Avian grew as a street urchin first, then apprentice to a high priest within the kingdom walls. With a mind forged from years of survival and an uncanny, rare ability, her small world had managed to remain in one piece through the years. But that is disrupted when a rogue kingdom begins to encroach with the sole desire of conquering all kingdoms beneath the Vellene empire. And at the center of that kingdom lies a Lycanthrope feared by all.