Oyin Fakoya

Alpha, Bleed for Me Rejected mate. Ruthless warrior. Unfinished business. In this spicy werewolf romance novel, Raine faces the alpha who once shattered her—in the sparring ring, not the bedroom. High tension, sizzling chemistry, and raw vengeance drive this enemies -to-lovers twist on the mate bond trope. Perfect for fans of shifter romance packed with bite, heartbreak, and heat. *** Raine ❦ Sweat. Dirt. Blood. The training ground is just as I remember. Wolves circle the sparring ring, claws digging into the packed earth, tails dancing in anticipation. They’ve come to see me fight for a place in the pack. They’ve come to see me fail. I stand still in the corner, every inch of me calm. I haven’t come this far to lose a sparring battle—I know that much—but my wolf is restless. Agitated. Something’s different today. I know what it is the second his scent hits me. Pine. Rain. Burnt ozone. My breath snags in my chest. It’s Kael. I know his scent. My body knows it. My wolf lets out a low, traitorous whine, and I grit my teeth to keep her down. I dig my heels into the dirt as he steps into the ring—bigger, broader, and just as infuriating as I remember. He pauses when he sees me. His golden eyes widen, then narrow. “Raine.” The sound of my name on his lips sends a shiver down my spine, but I manage to keep my expression blank. “Alpha.” A flicker of something crosses his face. Guilt? Regret? But it’s too late. He shrugs off his shirt, and all the murmurs around us fade into silence. His body is harder than I remember—muscle, scars, years of battle carved into his skin. My wolf lets out a soft whine, but I lift my chin and stare him down. I didn’t come back to break. Mate bond be damned. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmurs, low enough that only I hear. I smile. “You already did.” We circle. The first clash is fast—claws, fists, breathless impact that leaves everyone stunned. Kael is strong, but I’m faster. I duck under his swing and slam my shoulder into his ribs, sending him stumbling back. A shocked murmur ripples through the pack, and his eyes blaze as he looks at me. “You’ve changed,” he says, disbelief lacing his voice. “No thanks to you,” I scoff. He charges again, and this time, we crash into the dirt together—him above me. His weight pins me, chest to chest, face inches from mine. “Raine…” he breathes. My pulse is a thunderstorm. My heart pounds like it’s trying to break free. His hands slide to my waist, maddeningly gentle, and my wolf howls, clawing toward him. I hate that I still want him. “I didn’t mean to reject you,” he whispers. “I thought rejecting you would keep you safe— from me. From all of this.” “Too bad,” I whisper back, my heart breaking as I say it. “Because I didn’t come here for your apologies.” In one practiced motion, I jerk my knee up, flip him, and straddle him in one brutal move. My claws graze his throat. He stares up at me, eyes dark and hungry. “You’re mine,” he rasps, and I almost give in. Every instinct screams to lean in. To forgive. To forget. But I won’t. “No,” I growl, leaning close until our lips nearly brush. “I was. You let me go.” I drive my claws into his chest, as deep as they’ll go. Then I rise. Step out of the ring. Leave him on his back—still breathless. Still bleeding. Just like I was, the night he shattered me.