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The night I discovered Leander Vekaris was a monster, he discovered I was his mate.
I should have died that night.
I saw the city’s most powerful billionaire rip a man apart with his bare hands.
I saw the blood and the monster hiding beneath the perfect suits and cold grey eyes.
And he saw me.
For one terrifying moment, I thought he would kill me to protect his secret.
Instead, he let me live.
That was my first mistake.
My second was believing I could stay away from him.
Leander Vekaris is a ruthless mafia king who takes whatever he wants. He doesn't believe in mercy, love, or weakness.
Especially not in a fragile human like me.
But something about me makes the monster inside him lose control. He says my scent drives him insane and my blood calls to his wolf.
And when he finally corners me, his words leave me colder than any threat ever could.
“You're my mate, Lila.”
I don't want him. I hate him. I should be terrified of the way he watches me, the way his hands tighten whenever another man gets too close, the way his voice drops whenever he tells me I belong to him.
But hatred becomes harder to hold onto when the monster starts protecting me and tearing apart anyone who tries to hurt me.
I should have died that night.
I saw the city’s most powerful billionaire rip a man apart with his bare hands.
I saw the blood and the monster hiding beneath the perfect suits and cold grey eyes.
And he saw me.
For one terrifying moment, I thought he would kill me to protect his secret.
Instead, he let me live.
That was my first mistake.
My second was believing I could stay away from him.
Leander Vekaris is a ruthless mafia king who takes whatever he wants. He doesn't believe in mercy, love, or weakness.
Especially not in a fragile human like me.
But something about me makes the monster inside him lose control. He says my scent drives him insane and my blood calls to his wolf.
And when he finally corners me, his words leave me colder than any threat ever could.
“You're my mate, Lila.”
I don't want him. I hate him. I should be terrified of the way he watches me, the way his hands tighten whenever another man gets too close, the way his voice drops whenever he tells me I belong to him.
But hatred becomes harder to hold onto when the monster starts protecting me and tearing apart anyone who tries to hurt me.

















































