LOGINBought as a defect. Destined as his mate. As the last heir of the Wolf Kings, Grey Stormborn carries the burden of a dying kingdom. Bound by an ancient curse to the Everlasting Tree, his people are losing their ability to shift, their fertility, and their future. Only a rare Rona—a woman blessed with the power of flowers—can save them. Desperate, Grey purchases the only Rona he can afford. Maya is mute, timid, and utterly useless by every measure. Her flowers bloom only to wither moments later. Forced into a one-year marriage contract, Grey plans to fulfill his duty, secure an heir, and part ways forever. But beneath Maya's silence lies a devastating secret. When dragons descend upon the kingdom, she unleashes a terrifying magic capable of commanding forests and bringing armies to their knees. Suddenly, the "defective" bride becomes the kingdom's greatest treasure—and the obsession of the ruthless king who once sold her. Now Grey must protect the woman he never wanted... before he loses the mate he never knew he needed.
View MoreGreyGrey was still laughing. Not because the situation was amusing. Not because an arrow had nearly pierced his heart. But because the furious little woman before him had completely forgotten she was standing on a battlefield."Are you crazy?" Maya demanded, her voice shaking.Her hands immediately returned to his shoulder despite her obvious anger. Tiny white flowers bloomed beneath her fingertips, weaving themselves through the torn flesh as soft moss spread around the wound."You could have died!"Grey winced as the flowers gently pulled torn muscles together. "I judged the angle.""You—""I knew it wouldn't hit anything vital.""You did not!" Her glare only deepened. "You don't throw yourself in front of arrows because you 'judged the angle'!"Grey couldn't stop smiling.His wolf, newly awakened after years of silence, rumbled warmly inside him.She cares.He didn't need the mate bond to know that. But the bond… The bond allowed him to feel every emotion blooming inside her like s
Grey couldn't explain it.The battle was over. Stormfang had survived. The dragons were free. The enemy king had surrendered.Yet every instinct inside him screamed… Wrong.Too easy. Too quiet.He scanned the retreating army. Soldiers hurried to help the terrified horses. Several abandoned their weapons entirely. The surviving dragons mourned beside their fallen kin.Even the wind seemed to have slowed.It should have felt peaceful.Instead... Grey's heartbeat grew louder.---Astar slowly pushed himself to his feet. His knees trembled violently. Gone was the proud king who had called werewolves pets. Gone was the man who had laughed at Maya.He looked... Broken.He didn't even dare meet her eyes anymore."We're leaving." His voice shook. "I swear upon my crown."Maya simply nodded. "Go."No triumph. No satisfaction. Only exhaustion.Grey had seen ki
Silence settled over the battlefield. The silence that came when thousands of people forgot how to breathe. Snow drifted lazily between the black blossoms. The flowers looked almost delicate. Their petals were smooth as velvet, catching what little light remained beneath the gathering storm. They were beautiful. So beautiful that Grey couldn't look away. Neither could anyone else. King Astar recovered first. Then— He laughed brazenly. His laugh echoed loudly across the frozen plain. "So..." He threw back his head. "You're a defect!" His laughter grew louder, joined by the soldiers behind him. "I wondered why Valir sold someone with such... unusual abilities." His eyes swept over Maya with open ridicule. "No wonder Grey Stormborn could actually afford you." More laughter. "Even your own king discarded you." He smirked. "And now you expect me to fear flowers?" He looked down at the blossoms curling around his chest. It was beginning to wilt. The petals darkened. Shrank. Coll
Grey had never known fear could have a sound. It wasn't the roar of dragons. It wasn't the clash of swords. It wasn't the screams of dying soldiers. It was one voice. "Maya!" His own. Raw. Desperate. It tore itself from his throat as he sprinted across Stormfang's ruined streets, but the young woman standing beyond the living walls never even turned around. She was alone. Standing before an army. His heart lurched so violently it almost hurt. "No..." Not again. Not someone else he couldn't save. "Your Majesty!" Marcus caught up beside him, panting. Grey barely looked at him. "Marcus." His voice came out clipped. Cold. The voice of a king forcing himself to think while panic threatened to consume him. "Take every civilian still trapped in the eastern district." Marcus nodded immediately. "The castle bunker?" "Yes." "What about her?" Marcus glanced toward the elderly woman Grey had just rescued. "Carry her if you must." Marcus gave a sharp salute












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