Brides Of The Blood Moon Series by S. Alexander

I was supposed to die beneath the Blood Moon.Tied to a stone. Sacrificed as a virgin.Offered to the Wolf of Moonfang Crag to save my starving village.But he didn’t kill me.He looked at me—sniffed me—and said one “Mine.”Now I’m trapped in the heart of a cursed forest, in the den of a creature with fangs, claws… and a desperate need to claim.He’s not just a beast.He’s Fenrir—a cursed guardian who says I’m his fated mate.The one foretold by a forgotten prophecy.He brings me food... moreI was supposed to die beneath the Blood Moon.Tied to a stone. Sacrificed as a virgin.Offered to the Wolf of Moonfang Crag to save my starving village.But he didn’t kill me.He looked at me—sniffed me—and said one “Mine.”Now I’m trapped in the heart of a cursed forest, in the den of a creature with fangs, claws… and a desperate need to claim.He’s not just a beast.He’s Fenrir—a cursed guardian who says I’m his fated mate.The one foretold by a forgotten prophecy.He brings me food. Blankets me in furs.He growls if I wander too far.And when the rut takes him, I see what he really Savage. Obsessed. Desperate to knot and breed his mate.I should run.But every step takes me deeper into his forest... and his arms.Because part of me doesn’t want escape.Part of me wants to be caught. less

I was meant to die beneath the second blood moon.Bound in silks. Chained to stone.A royal sacrifice to the fire-breathing beast who guards the mountain.But he didn’t kill me.He took me.Drakos—ancient, scaled, terrifying—is no mindless monster. He’s a dragon lord haunted by solitude… and the moment he scents me, something inside him snaps.He flies me to his lair in the volcanic peaks and lays me in his hoard like a jewel.My body, my scent, my soul—they drive him wild.He wraps me in furs... moreI was meant to die beneath the second blood moon.Bound in silks. Chained to stone.A royal sacrifice to the fire-breathing beast who guards the mountain.But he didn’t kill me.He took me.Drakos—ancient, scaled, terrifying—is no mindless monster. He’s a dragon lord haunted by solitude… and the moment he scents me, something inside him snaps.He flies me to his lair in the volcanic peaks and lays me in his hoard like a jewel.My body, my scent, my soul—they drive him wild.He wraps me in furs.Presses his burning heat to mine.And when his mating fever hits, he’s relentless.I should be terrified.But the truth?I crave every possessive growl, every molten kiss, every time he knots me and claims I’m his.Because in his arms, I’m not a sacrifice.I’m the fire that could break his curse.And he’ll scorch the sky before he ever lets me go. less

I offered my blood to save my sister.I didn’t summon a god. I summoned a demon.Now I belong to Azrael—a horned, winged Prince of Hell who calls me his bride, binds me with fire, and whispers filthy promises while his tail wraps around my thighs.He saved her life.Now he wants mine.Each touch corrupts. Each kiss brands.And I should be afraid… but all I want is more.When his realm turns against me, Azrael shows the truth behind the He didn’t just make a bargain.He claimed a mate.

I offered myself to save my village. Now I’m bound to a beast who wants to rut me full and call me his mate.Ghorok is a monster—seven feet of tusked, battle-scarred orc warlord, and I’m the human “prize” he claimed in front of his army.But he didn’t touch me that first night.He just… watched. Fed me. Built a nest. Scented me like he already owned me.Now I know why.He’s in rut, and I’m the only thing his feral instincts crave.He growls when I try to run... moreI offered myself to save my village. Now I’m bound to a beast who wants to rut me full and call me his mate.Ghorok is a monster—seven feet of tusked, battle-scarred orc warlord, and I’m the human “prize” he claimed in front of his army.But he didn’t touch me that first night.He just… watched. Fed me. Built a nest. Scented me like he already owned me.Now I know why.He’s in rut, and I’m the only thing his feral instincts crave.He growls when I try to run. Worships my body like I was made to take his knot. Says he’ll breed me until the whole clan knows I’m his.I hate him.I want him.And when rival orcs threaten to tear me away, Ghorok unleashes a monster to protect what he’s claimed.This isn’t love.It’s obsession.And gods help me—I’m starting to love it. less

The night I was thrown into the sea, I expected death—not a kraken lord’s tentacles wrapping around me and claiming me as his mate.On the night of the fifth Blood Moon, I expected to drown—not to be claimed by Khoriath, an ancient kraken shifter with glowing eyes, endless tentacles, and a possessive vow that I’m his fated mate.Now I’m trapped in his bioluminescent lair, torn between escape and surrender… Outside, a vengeful sea god is stirring, threatening to destroy everything... moreThe night I was thrown into the sea, I expected death—not a kraken lord’s tentacles wrapping around me and claiming me as his mate.On the night of the fifth Blood Moon, I expected to drown—not to be claimed by Khoriath, an ancient kraken shifter with glowing eyes, endless tentacles, and a possessive vow that I’m his fated mate.Now I’m trapped in his bioluminescent lair, torn between escape and surrender… Outside, a vengeful sea god is stirring, threatening to destroy everything. Inside, the kraken lord’s touch is unraveling all my defenses. I came here to die…Now I’m not sure I ever want to come up for air. less

I was raised to be a sacrifice—pure, untouched, destined to bleed beneath the sixth blood moon.But when my offering cracks the stone, I don’t awaken a savior.I awaken him.The Gargoyle King. Gray-skinned, horned, his massive wings blot out the crimson sky. His glowing eyes lock onto me, and all he knows is hunger. Centuries of denial roar through him in a feral rut—and I’m the only one who can sate it.Pinned to the altar, trembling beneath his heat, I should be afraid... moreI was raised to be a sacrifice—pure, untouched, destined to bleed beneath the sixth blood moon.But when my offering cracks the stone, I don’t awaken a savior.I awaken him.The Gargoyle King. Gray-skinned, horned, his massive wings blot out the crimson sky. His glowing eyes lock onto me, and all he knows is hunger. Centuries of denial roar through him in a feral rut—and I’m the only one who can sate it.Pinned to the altar, trembling beneath his heat, I should be afraid. Instead, I whisper the words that seal my I choose you.Now I’m claimed in stone and fire, marked by glowing runes and filled until the prophecy itself shatters. And when darkness rises for a final battle, I’ll stand at my guardian’s side—his mate, his queen, his forever.Fated mates. Ferocious rut. A priestess undone by her monster king. less