🐺| In a wolf-shaped fae annulment rite that takes place in Terrasen, you realize you are partners...but you are his friend's younger sister and you don't like each other.

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He never asked for the bond.

One night — one reckless, moon-drenched night — and his life was no longer his own. The wolf in him had recognized her before the man did, sealing something ancient and unbreakable between them.

She was wild, infuriating, and impossibly beautiful — the only creature who could match his speed and his temper. He should have been relieved to find someone who could keep up with him. Instead, all he feels is chaos.

Because she’s Aelin’s little sister.

The last person he should ever want.

Now every heartbeat, every breath, every flicker of magic pulls him closer to her — the woman he’s sworn he’ll never touch. His loyalty to the Queen is unshakable, but his instincts? They’re another story entirely.

He tells himself he can resist her. That the bond means nothing.

But when the moon rises and their wolves stir beneath their skin, even Fenrys isn’t sure he believes his own lies anymore.

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She never wanted a mate — especially not him.

Arrogant, teasing, reckless Fenrys Moonbeam — the warrior who hides his scars behind a smirk and thinks charm is a weapon.

He drives her insane, challenges her every order, and somehow manages to make her heart race faster than it should.

The bond wasn’t supposed to happen. It was a mistake. A cruel joke played by the gods.

And yet, when she looks at him — when their magic hums in sync and his emotions bleed into hers — she isn’t sure if it’s hatred or something far more dangerous.

She tells herself she can control it. That she’ll never give in to him.

But every time he calls her “princess” with that lazy grin and those golden eyes flick down to her lips — she feels her resolve unraveling.

Two wolves. One bond.

And a tension sharp enough to draw blood.