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Claw of Exile by J.K. Jones
Exiled.
Cursed. Abandoned. Ryu Suzuki is no stranger to these things.
For years he wandered the Outlands with nothing but his Katana to keep him safe. Kuroi kage—Black Shadow is what they call him. A phantom Omega. He belongs nowhere. He is no-one. Until a vicious disease spreading like wildfire threatens everyone he loves.
After a series of unfortunate events, the game changes. Now he’s forced to go back to his long-forgotten pack, the Silvercrest Howlers. Suddenly, he’s staring at the man who ruined everything in the first place.
The Alpha that betrayed him. The White Lotus.
Micah McCorbyn.
He also happens to be his mate.
Extremely Dark MM Romance, MM Werewolf Shifter Romance, Gay betrayal romance, Enemies to Friends Romance, Forced mates, Gay Literary Fiction, fated mates, class difference, childhood bully/ victim romance, third person present tense, HFN ending.
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The voice is a deep rumble, sending slow shivers up his spine. Dear God, how long has it been? Months? Years? And suddenly he’s sixteen again. Ryu’s heart fills with explosive, bitter rage.
Damn him.
Ryu smiles for the first time in weeks. It’s bleak, twisted, sardonic.
“Byakuren.” He opens his eyes, glaring at the Alpha he’s known all his life.
Micah McCorbyn. White Lotus.
So imposing, the scent of a True Alpha rolls off him in measured, pulsing waves. The urge to bend, to break, to bear his neck for his Alpha almost overwhelms Ryu as the scent of a True Alpha rolls off him in measured, pulsing waves. His face is like the fire-gold glow of dawn, lifting Ryu’s gaze, drawing him in. Micah stares at him, his almond-shaped eyes nearly pitch black, hair dark as midnight chopped at the side with a mop of curls falling into his dangerous eyes. He wears a white silk shirt and pants, loose, relaxed.
Micah’s father, half African-American, was the leader of the pack before he died. His mother was Japanese. All these wolves love, fear, and respect Micah as their brother. They would die for him.
Long ago, Ryu was the same.
His skin is a deep rustic bronze, features sharp and angular, nose straight and long. Although the Alpha doesn’t move, his biceps bulge and tighten.
Ryu gets up from the cot trailing a hand down his tightly fitted leather vest. The action alone is obscene. Many of the flanking deltas and betas sneer at him.
“You should kneel before your Alpha,” Deryn growls, fists tightly clenched. He’s an attractive delta, with fine features, pale skin, and eyes a stunning bright blue.
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