Enslaved To My Cruel Alpha Husband
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Enslaved To My Cruel Alpha Husband

READING AGE 18+

Trendsterchum Chronicles Romance

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CONTENT ADVISORY
This novel includes detailed intimate scenes and adult themes.
Recommended for mature readers (18+) only.
Please continue at your own discretion.
Alpha Zyrus is my husband. My fated mate. The most feared and powerful alpha among the thirteen packs— the wolf every knee bends to, the king every shadow obeys. By destiny’s cruel twist, I belong to him. Yet in his world of dominance and devotion, I remain invisible.They say I am lucky. That I should be grateful to stand beside a legend. But no one sees the silence between us, the hollow space where love should live. He protects me against every threat, shields me from enemies and storms alike, but his care feels like duty, not desire. An obligation carved into fate, not a choice born from the heart.At night, his touch claims my body, but never my soul. I feel the fire, the hunger, the raw intensity—yet never tenderness. Never warmth. I am the vessel for his needs, the anchor of his instincts, but never the woman he truly wants. And each time he leaves my side, the loneliness cuts deeper, reminding me that being bound to someone does not mean being cherished.How long can I endure this gilded cage? How long can I survive being owned but never loved?In a world ruled by power, loyalty, and blood, I must decide whether to keep kneeling before a bond that is slowly destroying me—or to shatter the chains of fate itself. Because the greatest battle is not against rival packs or deadly enemies, but against a love that was promised… and never given.This is not just the story of a Luna standing beside her Alpha.This is the story of a woman fighting to reclaim her heart, her freedom, and her right to be loved.

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“Why won’t you just tell me what you’re hiding from me?”

The question slipped out while we stood alone on the highest balcony of the keep, the wind carrying the distant howls of Ironfang scouts circling closer every hour. Moonlight painted Zyrus’s profile in silver and shadow; he hadn’t looked at me since we left the throne room two nights……

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