Claimed by the Alpha Executioner : A Spicy Fated-Mates Enemies-to-Lovers Werewolf Romance

In the Crimson Ridge Pack, justice has a name—and it's written in blood. Ronan Nightscar is the Alpha Executioner, the blade the pack fears and the Alpha trusts. He doesn't hesitate. He doesn't question. He carries out sentences with cold precision, his hands stained with the lives of traitors and cowards. Until the night the "traitor" on her knees smells like home. Lyra Crestfall has spent her whole life paying for her father's sins. When warriors drag her into the dirt, accusing her of seducing pack soldiers and selling their secrets to rival wolves, no one is surprised. The Alpha orders her death at dawn. No trial. No mercy. Then Ronan steps forward to take her head—and the mate-bond slams into place. Under the cold stare of the moon, Ronan realizes the woman he's been ordered to kill is his fated mate. Instead of beheading her, he invokes an ancient law and shocks the entire pack: Lyra will not die. She will be claimed. Now she lives under his roof, wears his mark on her skin, and feels his eyes on her every move. Not as a cherished mate… but as his punishment, his responsibility, his problem. Lyra would rather chew off her own arm than beg him for kindness. She goads him, defies him, and digs claws into the iron control of the pack's most dangerous male. But the more she pushes, the more she sees the truth behind the executioner's mask: Ronan isn't just brutal—he's fiercely, terrifyingly protective, and his wolf worships every inch of her. When proof surfaces that Lyra was framed to hide a deeper betrayal, Ronan faces an impossible choice: Obey the Alpha he's sworn to serve… or burn the chain of command to the ground and keep his mate alive. He was supposed to be her doom. Now he might be the only thing standing between her and a shallow grave. Perfect for readers who love dark alphas, vicious pack politics, wicked banter, and unapologetically spicy fated-mates romances with "you live in my house now" energy.