Masuk“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.
Lihat lebih banyakVeya POV “I will not pass this curse to another generation simply to preserve tradition.” The king's voice thundered through the throne hall, powerful enough to silence every soul in the chamber. I stood several steps behind the rows of noble seats, deliberately choosing that position when the meeting began. The chair to the right of the throne stood empty—the place everyone knew belonged to the woman chosen by the king. But I did not sit there. Today was not about me, and I refused to let a single person in this room believe I stood beside the king to steal something that was not mine. The hall was not flooded with celebration lights like it had been in recent nights. Only torches burned along the stone walls, their flames casting slow-moving shadows across the towering pillars that held up the palace ceiling. The Alphas stood among the elders of the kingdom. To the left of the throne, Queen Nerissa sat straight-backed in her seat like a ruler who had never learned how to bow
Rael POVThe door slammed shut with such force that the metal latch rang down the length of the castle’s stone corridor.Let them all know their king was furious.I stood before the war table, both palms pressed against the old wood until its grain creaked beneath my grip.My breath slipped slowly through clenched teeth as I tried to leash the thing stirring restlessly inside my chest.“Shadow Wolves have never birthed a living male heir.”Nerissa’s voice echoed again in my mind, like a blade being drawn slowly from its sheath. What made it worse than any insult was the simple fact that she wasn’t lying.I began pacing, my boots striking the stone floor in a hard, relentless rhythm.War maps, border reports, letters from nobles—everything lay scattered across the table, untouched.Normally, matters like these were enough to anchor my thoughts.Not tonight. Tonight my mind kept returning to the same image.Veya’s small fingers curling around my arm as she searched for something to stea
Veya’s POVCrystal candles hung from the ceiling like a galaxy dragged down into the ballroom, and I stood beneath them wearing a smile that felt like a blade stretched across my face.My white gown swept over the marble floor, layer upon layer of fine fabric shimmering every time I moved. Diamonds stitched across the skirt caught the light and fractured it into cold flashes. My hair flowed down my back in soft, deliberate waves, pinned with delicate ornaments that matched the necklace resting at my neck.The king walked beside me, magnificent in his royal attire. Black and gold wrapped around him like night set ablaze. The ruby crown on his head burned beneath the chandeliers. The stone in his pendant mirrored the fire in my necklace, as if we had been crafted intentionally to stand as a matched pair.My hand curled around his arm. He covered my fingers with his own, firm and certain.A claim that needed no announcement.Every Alpha across Vargravia filled the grand hall. Their auras
Veya’s POVMy steps faltered just before the threshold of the dining hall when I saw who was already inside.Morning light flooded the room through towering windows, spilling across polished marble floors and glinting off the silverware laid meticulously along the long table. The scent of warm bread and roasted meat filled the air—too rich and too sweet for a stomach that felt both hollow and nauseous.The king walked beside me.His training clothes clung to him, outlining strength he had never truly bothered to hide. Broad shoulders. Narrow hips. Power contained beneath fabric that strained when he moved. Beside him, I felt painfully aware of myself—wrapped in a navy gown cut low at the neckline. My hair was swept up neatly, exposing my neck.The diamond necklace he had fastened around my neck last night rested cold and heavy against my collarbone.Rael pulled out the chair to the king's right. “Sit, Veya.”Each step toward that chair felt like walking toward a verdict.His hand brus
Nerissa POVThe cheers still echoed as the ritual cave began to empty, but to me the sound had twisted into a long, piercing hum drilling into my skull.I remained seated on the throne while elders and nobles filed out with wide smiles, their satisfaction gleaming under torchlight.My mind drifted
Veya POVMorning light hits my face like a cold slap.The palace is usually awake long before the sun fully rises—boots striking stone, whispered politics, the clink of fine porcelain, servants moving like shadows. Today, all of it is swallowed by a silence too thick to breathe through.I wake with
Nerissa POVI smiled at my reflection as I lifted the crown from my head.“Your Majesty, the King has not returned,” a maid whispered.“Leave.” I flicked my hand, and they obeyed at once.I released a slow breath, like a trained noble who was never allowed to appear unsteady.From the outside, my l
Rael POVA slave returned my gift to me. No one has ever dared to do that.The ruby bracelet lay in my palm. Small, almost insignificant compared to the power I wielded. Yet its weight was enough to strike my pride clean across the face.The red stone caught the sunlight, gleaming like fresh blood.






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