Ares has spent his life in the shadows, surviving by his wits and skill as a master thief. But when a job goes wrong, he finds himself captured by a ruthless chief and given an ultimatum—carry out an assassination or die. On the hunt for his target, he stumbles upon a brutal crime in progress and makes a choice that changes everything. He saves Tessa, a young woman on the verge of being destroyed by the same men who murdered her brother. In doing so, Ares seals his fate as a fugitive.

Now hunted from all sides, Ares and Tessa are forced into an uneasy alliance. But Tessa is no ordinary woman—she is a witch, though her magic is weak and unpredictable. As danger closes in, her hidden abilities awaken, drawing them into a world of forgotten legacies and blood-soaked destinies.

When their escape leads them to the kingdom of Mistefell, Ares comes face-to-face with a truth he refuses to believe—he is more than a thief. More than a man. He carries the blood of the lost lycan heir. A power long thought extinct now rages within him, untamed and deadly. As war brews and enemies rise, Ares must choose: run from his past or embrace the beast within.

But he is not the only one with a destiny to fulfill. Tessa’s magic is growing, revealing secrets that could doom or save them all. Together, they must stand against forces determined to see them fall. And in the chaos of war and betrayal, the greatest battle of all will be the one fought within their own hearts.

Can a thief become a king? Can a witch become a warrior? And will love be their greatest strength—or their undoing?



Lycan King's Shadow mate

NO MORE HIDING

Ares's point of view
Pain was the first thing I felt. A deep, throbbing ache that ran from my side straight up to my skull.
The second thing I felt was something—or someone—smacking me square in the chest.
"Ow," I croaked, my voice rough and cracked.
"You're alive!" a familiar voice shrieked, and...

Ares's point of view

Pain was the first thing I felt. A deep, throbbing ache that ran from my side straight up to my skull.
The second thing I felt was something—or someone—smacking me square in the chest.

"Ow," I croaked, my voice rough and cracked.

"You're alive!" a familiar voice shrieked, and...

RETURN OF THE SLEEPING WOLF

THE END OF THE ERA

BIRTH OF THE TRUE HEIR

THE GUILT OF PAST

THE TERROR OF FULL MOON

THE SURVIVAL

THE ASSASSINATION

THE CAPTOR'S BARGAIN

THE OVERFLIPPED BOUNTY

TABLE TOWN

THE GUARD ON THE WATCH

BENEATH THE TOWER

TRUE COLOURS

THE EDGE OF THE HUNT

THE CRAVER'S HOLLOW

LIFE ON RUN

THE EDGE OF MERCY

TRAUMATIZING AFTERMATH

THE SAVIOUR

FOREST GIVES NO SANCTUARY

THE WOUNDED WOLF

WHERE THE WOLVES SLEEP

BURLAP BAGS AND BROKEN PLANS

DISCOVERY OF THE WITCH

GONE BEFORE DAWN

THE DEAD NIGHT OF ASTARIA

ASHES OF ASTARIA

AN UGLY CONFRONTATION

THE TEMPLE OF CHAINS

THE TEMPLE OF CHAINS (part 2)

THE PINES AND THE RUST

AN ATTEMPT TO ESCAPE

EVERYTHING WE FOUGHT FOR

THE ROAD TO ASTARIA

THE BREAKING POINT