LOGINCONTENT WARNING! This book contains dark themes including violence, torture, suicide, explicit intimacy, slavery, abuse and disturbing scenes that may be triggering to some readers. On the night of her mating ceremony, Reyna Elise Robinson is accused of murdering her own mate. Stripped of her wolf and condemned by her own pack, Reyna spends a year enduring torture before landing inside alpha King Zion's territory, as his personal slave. He is cold and cursed, a ruthless king who is feared by the whole werewolf world, and keeps his face under a mask. But beneath the silence, lies secrets buried in blood, prophecy and betrayal. Thrown into a world of dangerous desire, hidden truths, power, tension and twisted loyalty, Reyna soon realises that every reality she once believed was a myth...and every myth concealed the truth. Now trapped under the mercy of a cursed king who was never meant to find salvation, Reyna becomes the centre of a prophecy that demands the impossible. Can Reyna look past his curse and can he look past her low status as a slave? Or will their twisted relationship be their end and that of the werewolf world?
View MoreKing ZionReyna turned quickly, and tried straightening her previously clasped hair to cover the mark, shifting on her feet. Her eyes wouldn't meet mine, they darted from one part of her room to the other. For a woman who had confronted me just minutes ago, the question sure had stripped that previous confidence away. "The mark," I repeated. "Where did you get it?" I stressed each word, my mind taking me back to my father's notebook. The way he had scribbled and drawn the same symbol over and over again, even to a point of stabbing the papers. Why the hell did Reyna have the same mark? Yes, I had just gotten a glimpse of it, but it was the same, that I was certain. "If you won't leave, then I will," she said, ignoring my question entirely. "If you don't answer..." I trailed off, willing myself to calm down.She raised a brow, finally looking at me. "What will you do?" she asked. "What's worse than what you did tonight?" The words landed harder than they should have. "You misunders
Reyna's POV "I can't." Amelia shook her head firmly. "I cannot leave you alone, not after everything," she insisted. She had driven me back to the palace herself after taking the keys from Clark. The moment we reached my room, I asked to be left alone, but Amelia was not listening. "I will be fine," I lied, my voice nasal and thick, my throat raw, burning. I stood beside the balcony double doors, staring through the rain-streaked glass. "I j-ust..." My voice broke as I stuttered, my eyelids fluttering shut as fresh tears streamed down my cheeks. "Sshh," she hushed, walked across the room, and embraced me. "You don't have to say anything. I am here for you whenever you are ready." I forced a weak smile, the memory of Kieran and my sister still fresh in my mind...in the washroom. Kieran's hand over my mouth, his hand hiking the skirt of my dress, Dyana standing in the doorway, her eyes, her hatred, and her slap. Then came Zion's memory, and the way I had stopped him from killin
King Zion's POVMy wolf paced beneath my skin, demanding we leave the ballroom and find Reyna. I could feel hundreds of eyes on me, hear the heartbeats of she-wolves as they waited for my choice, and feel the weight of the council as their expectations rested on my shoulders. None of it, absolutely none mattered at that time."Your Majesty?" Lord Hadrian called, pulling me out of the war inside my head. I looked at him just briefly, but it was enough time to notice the smile that didn't quite reach his face, and the tiny sweat droplets on his wrinkled face. "We are waiting for you," he reminded, carefully covering the strain in his voice. I didn't answer, instead, I ordered a recess, a break. More food, more music and more drinks. For the guests, it would appear deliberate, a way of building anticipation before the final selection. For me though, it was time to find Reyna. The moment I stepped outside of the ballroom, into the corridor, murmurs filled the room as the guests resumed
Reyna's POV"Dyana," I whispered, my mouth remaining open.Kieran scrambled away from me, and I quickly pulled myself off the edge of the sink and turned to face Dyana, dragging the skirt of my gown down with trembling hands. Her scream had faded, but her nostrils were flaring with every breath she took. She stood in the doorway, glaring at me. "How dare you?" She snapped at me, closing the distance between us. I barely had time to realise what was happening, before she slapped me, hard, whipping my head to the side. I blinked, staring at the wall, tears falling every time my eyelids fluttered shut as I turned slowly and looked at her. Why? Why had she slapped me when she had clearly seen him pushing himself on me?"My love," Kieran called in a soft voice. The softness was so fake that it made my stomach twist and my hands on my sides ball into weak fists."I promise she came onto me," he said quietly. I turned to look at him, my mouth opening and closing. He was already fixing his c
King ZionMy concentration had been compromised, and my manhood throbbed painfully behind my zipper from the moment I laid eyes on the slave's body. I had made a mistake of glancing at her tits and curves, and that was enough to send blood rushing to my member. I stared at the document before me, r
ReynaI did not stop running or look back until I bumped into someone right at the corner of the hallway while I was looking back to see whether the king was following me."Oof." I stumbled backwards, losing footing entirely and crashed down hard on my ass; I thought my tailbone broke. The clatter
Reyna"Get up, filth!" I was roused from my sleep with a heavy kick on the side of my hip. A cry escaped me as I rolled off the narrow bed and crashed onto the concrete floor."Pathetic." Another voice followed. I tried getting up on my feet as quickly as I could, still disoriented from my sleep. T
Reyna"I..." The rest of the answer got stuck in my tightening throat. Who was I anymore? I whispered to myself. I wasn't Reyna of the Blessed Crescent pack or Randolf's mate and certainly not even a wolf anymore. A slave accused of murder, perhaps, tied to a chair, exposed before the most powerful






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