When Prince Aurelian is dragged before the Alpha King Vael, bloodied and shackled, he expects to die. Vael’s pack razed his kingdom, slaughtered his people—and now, Aurelian is nothing but a spoil of war. But fate is cruel. The gods made Aurelian his mate. Vael should kill him. Instead, he stares at the prince’s trembling lips, the delicate curve of his throat, the fire in his eyes—and all he can think about is how cruel the gods are and badly he wants to ruin him. "You hate me?" I murmured, brushing my lips over the delicate tip of his finger, tasting defiance on his skin. My other hand gripped the root of my cock, slow, aching, tight. "Good. I want you weeping when I take you—cursing me through clenched teeth while I fuck the fury out of your bones." But Aurelian is not some broken thing to be claimed. A voice calls to him in the dark, a forgotten god whispering promises of power, revenge—and freedom. All Aurelian has to do is surrender. Let it in. Let it take control. As rebellion brews and lust poisons every breath between them, Vael’s wolf wants to claim. Aurelian wants to destroy. But the bond is stronger than hate—and hunger always wins.
View MoreVAELThe snow had thickened overnight, swallowing the ruins of Drenhaven in a shroud of white. My boots crunched through the crusted layer, the air sharp with frost and rot. Smoke still bled from the husks of houses, black veins coiling into the pale morning sky.My men flanked me in silence, hackles raised, shoulders tight. The stench of iron and carrion clung to the air, but beneath it I caught another scent—human. Fresh.A snarl curved from my throat.“Spread,” I ordered, voice cutting like a blade. They obeyed, scattering between alleys and broken doorframes. I stalked forward, claws half-bared, ears pricked to every creak of timber, every crunch of snow.And then the silence shattered.Shouts split the air, steel rang against steel, and figures poured from the ruins—humans, not starved stragglers but armed men, their blades coated black. An ambush.I shifted before thought caught me, bones snapping, flesh tearing, the beast ripping free with a roar. Claws cut through the first ma
VAELThe taste of bitterness lingered at the back of my throat, but not enough to slow me. My side throbbed—a dull ache that reminded me the blade had grazed me—but I flexed my fingers, testing strength in every joint. Alive. Poisoned from the blade, yes, but still alive.And then I turned my gaze to the window and I saw him.Aurelian. He sat on the stone floor, the dawn pressing light against his back so his hair caught fire in pale threads, his skin a ghost’s shimmer against the dark. His spine was straight, hands resting loose on his knees, as if in prayer or judgment. He had not moved since I awoke. Not a twitch, not a breath out of place. His gaze held me as though he had been waiting for me. And then, his lips lips curved into the faintest of a smile and the memory of them on mine rushed in and set fire through my chest.I flexed my fingers beneath the sheets, suppressing the growl that rumbled low in my throat. It had to be a dream. There was no way he would have kissed me.
AURELIANI should have turned my face, should have bitten him until his mouth bled, until he reeled back and remembered whose friend’s head had rolled at his feet, whose kingdom he had brought to his knees. Soron’s laugh still echoed in my skull, the thud of his head hitting stone still reverberated in my bones.But I didn’t pull away.I let him take it. Let him drink from me like a man parched, gasping in my mouth as if I were breath itself.His hand gripped the iron at my wrist, the other at my jaw, forcing my face toward his with bruising strength. I thought of Soron’s body, of the way Vael had looked at me after killing him—like my pain was wine, like my grief was a feast. Hatred burned in me like molten ore.And yet… I parted my lips.His groan vibrated against my throat, low and raw, the sound of a beast starved and broken. He pressed closer, body trembling, heat bleeding through soft silk. His breath was ragged, tainted with copper. The wound at his side leaked down my chest wh
Soren’s head struck the floor before sound even had time to exist.I stared. My stomach rolled, bile burned the back of my throat. My heart hammered like a war drum, and my hands shook where my nails dug into my palms. The air was thick with blood—its copper bite coating my tongue, my lungs, my very thoughts.My childhood friend. The boy who’d raced me across the palace grounds in summer heat, sparred with me beneath winter frost. His life had been severed with the same ease one might crush an insect.Another life gone. Another piece of mine taken.I wanted to scream. To tear free from the chains and drive steel into his heart. But I didn’t move. Didn’t even breathe.I raised my eyes from the slick, headless ruin.Vael stood over the body, the blade still in his hand, blood wet on steel, drinking in my grief as if it were wine, like he hadn’t just ripped away another piece of my life. Pain and anger knotted in my chest, sharp enough it felt like it cut from underneath my skin.Another
VAELThe boy beneath me gasped, spent and trembling, but my eyes were locked on Aurelian—legs still spread, still gripping that pale thing like a lifeline or a weapon.His glare burned with a fire I was used to seeing.“You hold him like you enjoy my taking,” I said, voice low, dragging a rough edge through the quiet. I pulled free, my blood pounding, not just from the rut swelling beneath my skin, but from the way Aurelian’s scent hit me: sharp, fevered, tangled with that wrong sweetness.The boy whimpered softly, and I didn’t look at him again.Aurelian’s eyes never left mine.I hated how that unsettled me.I stood, muscles aching from the primal violence just spent. My cock still throbbed, stubborn and angry, but the hunger was replaced by a cold twist of possession.I stepped forward, keeping my gaze trained on Aurelian. His hands didn’t loosen from the boy’s shoulders. If anything, his grip tightened.“I hold him because you fucked him like a beast who’s never known a warm body b
AURELIANI woke to stillness.Not silence, there was always something breathing beneath these walls. A hum I’d learned to ignore. But the stillness was new. Too whole. Too wide.The sheets beneath me were damp. My skin clung to them like wax, fever-slick, half-melted. I moved — barely — and my leg throbbed, not the sharp agony from before, but a dull, stretched ache that felt… hollowed.How many days had passed?I sat up slowly. The air was cold. My body was cold. And yet sweat clung to every inch of me, beading along my collarbones, soaking through the bandages still wrapped around my thigh. I peeled them back. The flesh beneath was pink, healing, veins slightly raised like something had once tried to crawl out.There were no chains on my neck. No guards at the door. No scent of wolves.Just air. Cold, sour with old herbs.I stood.It shouldn't have been easy. I should have collapsed. But my body moved as if something inside it already knew how. Feet bare, steps quiet, I crossed the
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