LOGINHer fiancé murdered her family and sold her virgin cunt to the highest bidder in the North. Ten million gold, and she’s on her knees, dripping, collared, and gifted to the Devil Alpha himself. Vuk Kael Lasković is seven feet of cruel muscle and demonic cock. He rips her open on the throne-room floor, knot swelling, fangs in her throat, and growls through the ruin: “Fuck!! Look at you taking me raw—what have you done to me, little moon?” He paid to hunt her. He’ll spend the rest of eternity breeding her sloppy, marking every inch of skin, turning the last Lunar princess into his personal, whimpering, cum-soaked queen. She was sold to be used and discarded. She’ll be the filthy little slut who owns the Devil’s soul, one ruined orgasm at a time.
View MoreMaureen LaurentThe chambers were too quiet after the feast.The golden gown lay discarded over a chair like shed skin, the crimson one folded away by careful hands. I sat on the edge of the massive bed in nothing but one of Vuk’s black shirts, sleeves rolled a dozen times, hem brushing mid-thigh. The bite on my shoulder throbbed faintly—warm, alive, a constant reminder that I was claimed in ways I still didn’t fully understand.He hadn’t come back yet.After he carried me from the blood-slick corridor, he’d brought me here, set me down like something precious, and kissed my forehead with shaking lips.“Rest,” he’d growled, voice rough with leftover rage. “I’ll handle the mess.”Then he was gone—doors closing softly behind seven feet of barely leashed hellfire.I should have slept.Instead I stared at the shattered remnants of the night.Severed hands.Screaming.Blood steaming on cold stone.And Vuk—my Vuk—moving faster than thought, protecting me without hesitation, without mercy.P
Nyxara Azrael’s fingers were still slick from me when the scream ripped through the corridor—high, wet, abruptly cut short.I eased his hand away and stepped forward, silk whispering back into place between my thighs. The scent hit first: fresh blood, hot and coppery, thick enough to taste.No surprise who stood at the center of the mess.Vuk cradled his little moon against his chest like she was spun glass, her crimson gown stark against his black. Severed hands lay on the stone behind them, fingers still twitching, blood pooling in perfect crimson arcs across the obsidian floor.I scoffed, rolling my eyes so hard the torches flickered.Azrael pressed against my back instantly, lips brushing the curve of my throat in soft, lazy kisses that did nothing to hide the sudden steel in his voice.“What is it with you and her?” he murmured, breath warm against my skin. “The southern girl.”“Nothing,” I said, the lie sliding out smooth as infernal whiskey.He chuckled—low, dangerous—and cupp
Maureen LaurentAnd in a blink, the night of the Blood Moon arrived.I sat in front of the massive obsidian mirror while the maids worked around me like a quiet storm—brushing, pinning, powdering, painting. My reflection looked like someone else entirely.Unreal. Ethereal. Almost frighteningly beautiful.My silver-white hair had been swept into a high, elegant ponytail, soft tendrils left loose to frame my face. The gown… gods, the gown. Liquid gold silk poured over my body like molten sunlight, embroidered with delicate black thorns and crimson roses that caught the hellfire light with every breath. The train was impossibly long—ten maids had to carry it when I stood, arranging it in perfect waves behind me.And the crown.Not the full Luna circlet—not yet—but a breathtaking piece all the same: black gold filigree shaped like intertwined thorns and crescent moons, studded with blood-red rubies that glowed faintly under the torches.I stared at myself and felt my heart race.I looked
_Vuk Kael LaskovićThe war room felt colder than usual, even with the hellfire veins pulsing behind the black glass walls.I was leaned back in the obsidian throne, flipping through a thick stack of border reports and land deeds on the holo-pad in front of me. The sweater Maureen made was hidden under my formal coat—soft black wool brushing my skin every time I moved. A secret. My secret. Nobody in this room knew it was there, and that made it feel even warmer.Eryx stepped up beside the throne, voice low.“Alpha, the invitations for the welcome feast are out. Every major house, every border lord, even the neutral packs. The great hall is going to be packed.”I nodded without looking up.“Good.”My eyes snagged on one file.A wide stretch of mountain territory down near the southern oil refineries—rich with untapped infernal crude deposits and old silver veins. Prime land. Strategically perfect for a new pipeline and forward outpost.The current owners? Some minor southern pack that h












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