LOGINWhen 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?” Vael murmured as he loomed over me, brushing his lips over the edge of my jaw and to the tip of my fingers too slow, too deliberate. One hand pinned my chest. The other dragged down his body until he gripped the base of his cock, still slick and half-hard, veins bulging like it hurt to hold back. “Good,” he growled. “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 MoreAURELIANI did not sleep.Sleep would have required mercy, and there was none to be had.Each time my eyes slipped shut, he was there again, not waiting but moving, pacing the narrow corridors of my skull as though my mind were a cage built solely for his amusement. The night stretched airless around me, canvas sagging overhead, the world reduced to breath and pain and the scrape of something ancient dragging itself back and forth inside my head.‘Dawn,’ Vethros whispered, and the word curled tight around my throat. ‘She said dawn. Do you understand how long that is when you are waiting to be torn open?’I lay rigid on my back, fingers digging into the pallet until my hands cramped, as if I could pin myself to the earth and keep him from pulling me apart from the inside. The fire cracked softly somewhere nearby. A man coughed, wet and broken. Another did not wake at all.My body shook with exhaustion, yet my mind refused to dim.‘You think this will end me,’ he continued, amused now,
AURELIAN The forest was too quiet. I realized it only when I sheathed my sword at my hip and turned from the lake, the cold water still clinging to my palms. The camp should’ve been stirring by now—early chatter, someone cursing over burnt porridge, boots crunching over pine needles as soldiers prepared for drills. Instead, silence pressed between the trees like a held breath. A thin unease crawled along the back of my neck. I took a step toward the path and the forest air shifted. Birds burst from the branches overhead in a sudden, frantic flurry, wings beating against the sky as if fleeing something unseen. My hand fell to the hilt of my sword. ‘Aurelian,’ Vethros murmured, too low, too calm. ‘You feel it too.’ The earth seemed to pulse beneath my boots. The air thickened, carrying the faintest tremor—like the breath of something massive moving between the pines. Then— A scream. High, sharp, human. I froze. Another scream followed, deeper this time, then shouts—
AURELIANI couldn’t sleep.Perhaps I drifted for a breath, or slipped into one of his cursed trances, but when my eyes snapped open the world was still dark and the cold had crept into the seams of my tent. My pulse hammered as though I had run miles.And my trousers were wet.A bitter curse tore from me as I tore the blankets aside. “Vethros, you twisted, sick—”My hands trembled as I scrubbed at my face. Sweat clung to my skin; the muscles in my thighs still pulled tight, strung like wire from the dream he had forced into me. Vael’s mouth—Vael’s voice—Vael’s heat sliding over me like a memory that should have been buried deep beneath ruin.Except it wasn’t Vael.Not even close.“Curse you,” I muttered, grabbing the edge of the cot as the disgust rolled up my spine. “Curse you, Vethros.”‘Aurelian.’His voice wasn’t loud—it never had to be—but it curled into the space behind my ear like a cold breath. My shoulders locked. A tremor rippled through my fingers.“You did this to me,” I h
AURELIANThe smoke followed us like guilt.It clung to the horses’ manes, to the folds of my cloak, to every breath that tried to feel clean. The village had burned hours ago, yet I could still smell it—charred grain, wet ash, something sweeter underneath that I didn’t want to name.We rode slowly through the wreck, boots crunching over what used to be walls. The men spoke in low voices, collecting what could still be used—swords, flour, anything the flames hadn’t turned to shadow. One of them laughed when he found a dozen of wine half-buried in soot. The sound scraped something raw inside me.Before, I would have laughed too. I would have called it justice—the beasts burned Eldoria first, they started this, they deserved to lose something. But now, watching a man drag a blood-stained blanket from the rubble, I couldn’t tell what part of this still felt like victory.If I hadn’t seen what I’ve seen… if I hadn’t been his captive, felt the pulse of what lives beneath their skin, maybe I
AURELIAN The gates swallowed us at last. Stone walls, banners, the familiar press of shadowed corridors—I should have been relieved. My body ached from the ride, raw in places I did not wish to name, but I was glad to be back behind walls. Glad, though I would never admit it aloud. I had half a mi
VAELMorning crept slow across the chamber, pale light pooling through the latticework and spilling over the bed where Aurelian slept. The fire had burned low, leaving the air heavy with the scent of smoke and the faint musk of spent desire.He lay tangled in the furs, bare as sin, one arm flung ov
AURELIAN“Must I go?” The words broke from me before I could choke them down, ground out between clenched teeth. “I would rather be chained in your chambers and wait for you to return.”The instant the admission left my mouth, I regretted it. His eyes cut to me, gleaming with cruel amusement, and t
VAELHe thought I did not see him.The way he slipped from the hall, his steps quick and careful, as if shadows could hide him from me. Foolish. I let him go, curious where he would run now that the chains no longer marked his skin.Through stone corridors, past guards who bowed instead of blocking
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