Kindle Unlimited Read! FEUDING WITH MY VAMPIRE by Lexie K. Stone ~ Includes an Excerpt!

HE’S A VAMPIRE, THE ENEMY. HER WILD WEREWOLF HEART SHOULDN’T CRAVE HIM, BUT IT DOES.

Zara Knight has always known her duty as the future alpha: lead and protect her people. But when she meets Alexi Dragomir, a deadly vampire assassin, her world is turned upside down. One look from his piercing eyes ignites a forbidden desire she can’t resist.

In the heat of battle, Alexi pins Zara beneath his powerful body; his intoxicating scent awakens her inner wolf, making her crave the connection to this immortal enemy.

As enemies close in, Alexi’s fierce determination to protect Zara reveals a passion that burns brighter than their ancient feud. Their bond grows stronger, their forbidden love deepening with every heartbeat.

Caught between loyalty to her pack and the love that could unite or destroy them, Zara must decide: defy ancient laws and embrace their bond, or sacrifice her heart to save her people.

FEUDING WITH MY VAMPIRE, a Feuding Hearts novel by paranormal romance author Lexie K. Stone.

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Zara’s paws pound against the forest floor, the rhythmic thud reverberating through her body as she leads the pack. The scent of the deer grows stronger with each stride, and a surge of excitement courses through her veins.

This is what it means to be a werewolf, embracing the primal instincts that define their existence.

Around her, the pack moves as one, their bodies flowing like water through the trees. Their eyes gleam with a vibrant gold, reflecting the intensity of their heightened emotions. Zara can feel their energy, their anticipation, their hunger. It’s a shared experience that transcends words and connects them on a primal level.

The closer they get to their prey, the sharper Zara’s senses become. She can hear the frantic beating of the deer’s heart, smell the fear that emanates from its body. It’s a scent that triggers something deep within her, a primal urge to chase, to hunt, to conquer.

With keen tracking skills honed over years of leading the pack’s hunts, Zara zeroes in on the deer’s path.

Easy, Zara tells herself, scanning the forest floor. Her nostrils flare as she analyzes the assortment of scents – crushed plants, stray tufts of fur caught on branches, the musky stench of panic wafting off the fleeing deer.

She motions subtly to her pack mates, redirecting them without a sound as she reconstructs the deer’s mad dash through the brush.

You can run, but you can’t hide. She smirks inwardly, her eyes blazing with the anticipation of the kill. Every perfectly honed instinct is laser-focused on this lethal little dance between hunter and prey.

Zara bursts through the undergrowth like an avenging fury, her powerful jaws snapping at the deer’s heels. Got your scrawny ass now, Bambi.

The animal is fast, its hooves pounding against the earth as it tries to escape, but Zara is faster. She can feel the adrenaline pumping through her body, the thrill of the chase consuming her every thought.

As Zara draws closer to the deer, she can feel the anticipation building within her. She knows the kill is near, that the hunt is almost over. But for now, she revels in the moment, in the pure, unadulterated thrill of the chase. This is what it means to be alive, to be a part of something greater than herself, to embrace the wild and untamed spirit that flows through her veins.

Zara’s canines sink into the deer’s vulnerable neck, her jaws clamping down with a practiced efficiency. The prey’s blood spills forth, its iron-laden scent mingling with the damp earth and pine-scented breeze as it struggles weakly against the inevitable. With practiced ease, she backs away, blood dripping from her muzzle, her amber eyes alight with the primal fire that burns within every alpha.

With a triumphant howl, Zara releases her grip, her golden eyes blazing with the thrill of the hunt.

As Zara finally lets go, her prey’s body collapses to the ground, its blood seeping into the forest floor. She throws her head back and unleashes a victorious howl, savoring the thrill of the chase and the savory taste of warm blood on her lips.

The rest of the pack converges around her, muzzles stained crimson, tongues lolling in anticipation of their hard-earned feast.

Shifting back to her human form, Zara rises to her full height, her toned physique glistening with perspiration from the exertion of the chase. She runs a hand through her tousled chestnut locks, pushing them away from her face as she surveys her pack with a mixture of pride and affection.

“Well done, my brothers and sisters,” she calls out, her voice rich and commanding. “Tonight, we feast!”

A chorus of cheers and howls erupts from the assembled wolves as they, too, transition back to their human forms. Zara’s gaze sweeps over them, taking in the diverse array of faces—some young and eager, others weathered by years of service to the pack.

As the pack finishes their feast, Zara can’t shake the restless energy thrumming through her veins. It’s a sense of anticipation, a feeling that something significant is on the horizon. Despite the satisfaction of the hunt, the nagging unease persists, like an itch she can’t quite scratch.

Something feels off. Zara wonders, her brow furrowing as she tries to pinpoint the source of her disquiet. We just had a successful hunt. The pack is strong, everything is as it should be.

She shakes her head, trying to dispel the unsettling thoughts. Get a grip, Zara. You’re the future alpha, you can’t let some vague feeling throw you off your game.

Desperate for a distraction, Zara turns to her best friend, Lena. “Hey, what do you say we hit up The Shadowglass tonight? I could use a drink and some good company.”

Lena grins, her golden-brown eyes sparkling with mischief. “Thought you’d never ask. I’ve been itching for a night out.”