LOGINWhen Rielle Morven is betrayed by her boyfriend and sold at an illegal werewolf auction to pay off his debts, she expects her life is over. But the male who buys her for five million dollars isn't a werewolf alpha — he's something far more dangerous. Caspian Valdyr is a lycan king with a reputation for violence and a hunger for control. He doesn't just want Rielle's body — he wants to claim her soul through an unbreakable mate bond that will tie them together forever. But Rielle carries a secret in her blood that makes her worth more than gold to the wrong people. When a fifty-million-dollar bounty is placed on her head, Caspian must decide: return her to the monsters who want to breed her like livestock, or go to war to keep what he's claimed as his. In a world where power is everything and mercy is weakness, Rielle discovers that being owned by a beast might be her only path to freedom. But freedom comes with a price — and Caspian's claiming bite will mark her as his for eternity. One auction. One bite. One bond that will either save them both or destroy everything. A fast-paced, high-heat dark romance featuring an obsessive anti-hero, a heroine discovering her hidden power, explosive chemistry, and absolutely no holding back.
View MoreThe first three days we sleep.Not exclusively, not in the collapsed way of people who have been running on insufficient rest for so long that their bodies take over the moment the pressure releases, but in the deep unhurried way of people who have remembered that sleep is a thing you are allowed to do without a reason beyond needing it.I wake on the first morning to the sound of water over stones and the smell of woodsmoke and Caspian already up, and I lie in the broad bed and look at the cabin ceiling and feel the particular luxury of having nowhere to be, which is a sensation so unfamiliar that my body takes several minutes to believe it is genuine.He comes back from outside with the cold morning air still on his jacket and finds me still in bed and says nothing, just puts a cup of something hot on the table beside me and sits in the chair by the fire and opens the single book he brought, and I watch him read in the firelight and feel through the bond the quality of him at rest,
The first three days we sleep.Not exclusively, not in the collapsed way of people who have been running on insufficient rest for so long that their bodies take over the moment the pressure releases, but in the deep unhurried way of people who have remembered that sleep is a thing you are allowed to do without a reason beyond needing it.I wake on the first morning to the sound of water over stones and the smell of woodsmoke and Caspian already up, and I lie in the broad bed and look at the cabin ceiling and feel the particular luxury of having nowhere to be, which is a sensation so unfamiliar that my body takes several minutes to believe it is genuine.He comes back from outside with the cold morning air still on his jacket and finds me still in bed and says nothing, just puts a cup of something hot on the table beside me and sits in the chair by the fire and opens the single book he brought, and I watch him read in the firelight and feel through the bond the quality of him at rest,
The first three days we sleep.Not exclusively, not in the collapsed way of people who have been running on insufficient rest for so long that their bodies take over the moment the pressure releases, but in the deep unhurried way of people who have remembered that sleep is a thing you are allowed to do without a reason beyond needing it.I wake on the first morning to the sound of water over stones and the smell of woodsmoke and Caspian already up, and I lie in the broad bed and look at the cabin ceiling and feel the particular luxury of having nowhere to be, which is a sensation so unfamiliar that my body takes several minutes to believe it is genuine.He comes back from outside with the cold morning air still on his jacket and finds me still in bed and says nothing, just puts a cup of something hot on the table beside me and sits in the chair by the fire and opens the single book he brought, and I watch him read in the firelight and feel through the bond the quality of him at rest,
The trial lasted six days.I had expected it to feel like an ending but it did not feel like that at all. It felt like the formal acknowledgment of something that had already ended, the legal language catching up to a reality that the ruined estate and the mountain facility and the clearing in the forest had already established beyond any argument a courtroom could make.Aldric Senior sat across the chamber from me and looked at everything except my face, which I understood. Looking at me meant looking at the thing his three hundred years of inherited mission had failed to produce, and I gathered he found that difficult to sustain for extended periods.His son testified on the second day.Lord Draven stood in the chamber with the particular quality of someone who had decided what they were going to be and was not going to perform uncertainty about it, and he spoke with a clarity and a completeness that left no useful ambiguity in the record, and when he sat down I watched him look at












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