Snarls, Stitches, and the Tarnok Beast
By @john1208
Neyza Varteni’s life is falling apart. After burying her beloved mentor in the cold rain, she inherits a failing veterinary clinic in the lower rings of Oskara and a grumpy, three-legged mountain-lynx named Chulpan. When a massive, blood-soaked wolf crashes through her window during a storm, Neyza doesn't run. Hot-tempered and stubborn, she furiously scolds the terrifying beast to sit still while she stitches his wounds. To her shock, a deep, rumbling voice echoes in her mind: *'Must not snarl at the tiny healer. She is so fragile.'* The beast is Bozan Karsal, the ruthless Alpha of the militant Tarnok pack, currently preparing for a brutal supernatural war. Fascinated by the only human who treats him like a giant puppy, Bozan becomes her fiercely overprotective shadow. But Bozan’s cruel father, Dabrak, isn't worried about his son's new mate. He knows a lethal secret nobody mentioned: a human soul cannot withstand a Tarnok Alpha's ancient magic. Neyza has exactly three moon cycles before the bond burns her alive, clearing the way for a pureblood heir. Can Neyza and Bozan find a way to rewrite ancient pack law before her time runs out?
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Baiting the Northern Beast
By @john1208
It started as a perfectly ordinary Tuesday: burning toast for my little brother, Luken, and cursing my abysmal rent. But when a panicked noblewoman abandons her diplomatic envoy papers at my local cafe, I do what any self-respecting, utterly shameless investigative journalist would do. I steal her identity. My goal? Infiltrate the Skalvador Keep, home to a reclusive pack of giant northern wolves, and find the truth behind the gruesome animal attacks bleeding into our city. My problem? The terrifying, bloodthirsty Alpha I'm supposed to be 'courting' as a peace offering is none other than Harzog Vargen - the infuriatingly broad-shouldered mountain guide I've been locked in a bitter rivalry with all year. Harzog instantly recognizes me. But instead of exposing my fake identity, the ruthless bastard plays along just to watch me sweat. Surrounded by giant, jealous she-wolves who want to tear my frail human body to shreds, I have to fake being a demure bride while hunting for my scoop. But when I wander too far and Harzog goes utterly berserk to save me, I discover my touch instantly calms his lethal bloodlust. How long can I pretend this is just a story when the beast decides I'm his?
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