LOGIN“She was sold to the palace as a slave. But her blood was what brought the Lycan King to his knees.” Veya was rejected by her fated mate for being a broken wolf. She thought her life was over, until her father sold her as a slave to the most ruthless Lycan King in history. King Rael Arkhelen Vor’Serrax was infamous for his bloodlust. Loyalty meant nothing to him; women were nothing more than tools to tame his brutality. He was supposed to destroy Veya in a single night. But the moment her scent reached him, the beast within bowed to her, while the King’s pride rebelled. Veya was no ordinary slave. She wielded what little privilege she had as a weapon to survive, and it only made the King’s obsession burn hotter. When the truth came out—that she was the last descendant of the Shadow Wolves—her place in the palace shifted. From a means of release to a threat to every royal concubine. From a palace slave to the sweet poison the King couldn’t let go. But the danger was far from over. An enemy from the past returned, carrying a coup that could strip them of everything. Including the brutal love slowly blooming from their deepest wounds.
View MoreVeya POV“Is this seat taken?”A spoonful of carrot soup hovered midair as the deep voice from the man standing before me cut through the noise.I swept my gaze across the crowded dining hall. Every table was full—except for the single empty chair at mine. Then I looked back at the young man about my age, still standing there with a plate in his hands.“Yes… it’s free,” I answered awkwardly, pulling my plate a little closer so it wouldn’t touch his.He didn’t hesitate. He dragged the chair back and dropped into it with careless ease. The scrape of wood against stone and the dull thud of his marble plate hitting the table drew several heads in our direction.My appetite vanished instantly. My fingers tightened around the spoon as whispers rippled from a group of noblewomen nearby.“Oh… look at that strange girl staring at us.”“How dare a lowly wolf-human sit with Lord Philip’s son?”“Isn’t she a slave?”“Yes. I heard it from my father—he works at the palace. He said this girl is the K
Veya POVThe doors to the great hall towered before me like the jaws of some ancient beast, ready to devour anyone who dared hesitate.I stood there, trembling. My palms were slick with sweat, my breath lodged painfully in my chest.Black stone carved with wolves rose high above me. Torches along the walls threw restless shadows that seemed to judge.The dark work uniform the king had given me weighed heavily on my shoulders, forcing my spine straight. The royal sigil on my chest gleamed coldly whenever the light struck it, like a reminder that none of this truly was mine.“Look forward.” The voice was low, absolute.Rael stood close at my side. His royal garments were layered and flawless, draping his body as if the world itself had learned how to obey him. The ruby crown on his head caught the torchlight, glowing like liquid blood. His Lycan aura pressed into my chest, making my knees nearly buckle and igniting a dangerous flame deep inside me.His hand closed around my wrist. Just
Veya POV“We’ve heard you’re the top student this year. Therefore, the council wishes to offer you a position within the palace.”The paper slid slowly across the old wooden table, stopping right at the tips of my fingers. The scent of black ink was sharp, almost biting. The elderly man across from me laced his fingers together. His gray eyes appraised me with the casual disdain nobles wore so easily.“This is a golden opportunity,” he said, flat and firm.I drew a slow breath. “I work in the kitchens every morning. In the afternoon, I attend school.” My gaze stayed on the paper, not his face. “I can’t leave—”“Starting tomorrow, you won’t be assisting in the kitchens anymore.” A small smile lifted the corner of his mouth. Not a kind one. “Your focus will be studying and working for the palace.”My hand clenched the fabric of my skirt on instinct. My nails bit into my palm until it stung. “But—”“Our king has given his approval this morning.” He slipped another sheet of paper atop the
Rael POVThat afternoon was heavy with the scent of chalk dust and old paper. I stood in the corner of the corridor, dressed as a commoner for disguise. Through the narrow gap of the classroom door, my gaze locked onto a single figure.She stood before the blackboard, posture straight. Her soft brown hair fell neatly down her back, a small flower clip restraining a few unruly strands.The pink, lace-trimmed uniform draped gently over her beautiful body. Her eyes moved between the board and her classmates with a piercing intensity.Veya looked different outside the palace. Especially when she explained tax calculation. Her firm voice and that quiet confidence made her all the more extraordinary.“If the tax rate is raised by two percent, the kingdom’s revenue will increase without suffocating small merchants. The key is distribution, not extortion,” she said.A noble tilted his head, a mocking smile curving his lips. “A sweet opinion. But naïve.”“Your argument ignores inflation variab






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