LOGINShe was exiled to die. Chloe Moonwhisper gave her pack years of loyalty. They repaid her by cutting the wolf out of her and casting her into the snow. She should have died there. Instead, a King found her, one bound by a curse three centuries old, one that has been quietly killing his bloodline for generations. He needs something only she can give him. She needs somewhere to survive. What starts as a bargain becomes something neither of them can stop. But the Shadow Court is not the safe place it looks like from the outside. Secrets move faster than loyalty inside those walls, and not everyone who smiles at Chloe wants her to live long enough to matter. And breaking one curse was never going to be the end of it. Two more kings, each carrying a piece of the same ancient magic, are waiting to learn what Chloe can do, one whose curse turns him violent, and one whose court hides its rot behind good manners. She needs what they know as much as they need what she can offer. None of it comes free. Some curses don't just take. They choose who's next, and now they're choosing her. A dark fantasy romance about survival, obsession, and what it costs to be someone's only hope.
View MoreChloe's POVTheron read the line twice before he spoke it aloud, like he needed to be certain the words would not change if he looked at them long enough."He tried," Theron said finally, his voice gone hollow. "My father. He found this same page, this same working, before I was born, or perhaps just after. I cannot tell from the writing which.""Tried and failed," I said, understanding before he finished."He sent word to both courts. Roderic's father, and whoever held Matthias's throne at the time. Neither answered in time. The moon cycle passed. My mother was already too far gone to wait for the next one." Theron's hand closed around the page, not crushing it, just holding it the way you hold something you are afraid will disappear if you let go too quickly. "He wrote this at the very end. After. I believe he meant to burn it, and could not make himself do that either.""What does it say," Kael asked quietly.Theron read it aloud, his voice catching on every third word. *I found the
Chloe's POVThe keep's gates were already open by the time we reached them, torches burning along the wall despite the hour, word of our return having outpaced us somehow the way word always did in that court.Healers took Marcus and Sera the moment we crossed into the courtyard, both of them too exhausted to argue about it, and I stood there watching them carried off on stretchers and felt the whole night finally catch up with my own body, the cold clinging to my bones, the faint throb of my shoulder where the strain of the journey had settled deep, the current still humming faint under my skin from the ruins, the ache that had settled behind my ribs and hadn't left since."You should rest too," Theron said, close behind me, his hand brushing the small of my back before falling away like he wasn't sure even now what he was permitted to offer."So should you." I glanced up at him shadows under his eyes, lines of exhaustion carved deep around his mouth, and yet he stood straight as a sw
Chloe's POVThe ruins came into view an hour past what should have been dawn, the sky still bruised and grey, snow starting to fall in a way that felt less like weather and more like the world holding its breath.Nothing about the site announced itself as significant. A collapsed circle of standing stones, half-swallowed by moss and centuries of frost-heave, sitting in a hollow the forest had grown up around rather than through. No wall. No gate. Just an old stone that had been waiting a very long time for someone to remember it mattered.Kael reached the tree line first and threw up a fist. The column stopped behind him."Two horses," he said, low. "Tied there, at the edge. Recently."Theron was off his own horse before I'd finished dismounting, sword already drawn, and I followed him into the hollow with my heart trying to climb out of my throat.Marcus sat propped against the base of the largest standing stone, his splinted leg stretched out in front of him, a lantern burned nearly
Chloe's POVThe ruins came into view an hour past what should have been dawn, the sky still bruised and grey, snow starting to fall in a way that felt less like weather and more like the world holding its breath.Nothing about the site announced itself as significant. A collapsed circle of standing stones, half-swallowed by moss and centuries of frost-heave, sitting in a hollow the forest had grown up around rather than through. No wall. No gate. Just an old stone that had been waiting a very long time for someone to remember it mattered.Kael reached the tree line first and threw up a fist. The column stopped behind him."Two horses," he said, low. "Tied there, at the edge. Recently."Theron was off his own horse before I'd finished dismounting, sword already drawn, and I followed him into the hollow with my heart trying to climb out of my throat.Marcus sat propped against the base of the largest standing stone, his splinted leg stretched out in front of him, a lantern burned nearly
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