How Did Theon Get Captured

He was ruthless and a killer, she knew, everyone knew. Everyone had heard takes of hus tyranny and feared for her life. Yet she couldn't bring herself to run away from him when he had requested her father send her to him. She was a princess and this was the price she would pay for her people. But when she arrives and things are a lot more different than she'd ever known how does she find a way to tell everyone that all they knew was a lie?

That night at the Holy Banquet, the Arrow of Desire struck both the divine prince Cassius, a descendant of Zeus, and his father, Theron. If they didn’t mate before the moon set, their divine power would implode, shattering their very essence. In my past life, I had secretly loved Cassius for ten whole years. So, when he grabbed me, his body burning up, I didn't say no. After one wild night, I was carrying his thunder-blooded child and successfully married into the divine palace. But after the wedding, he was ice-cold to me. He was convinced I had stolen the Arrow of Desire, all for the sake of marrying into divinity. Even after I gave him children, he never claimed me as his wife before the gods. He saved all his tenderness for his one true love—the holy maiden Lyra, who was forced to marry into the Sea Realm and eventually died in a storm. Later, I was branded as "jealous and wicked," scorned by all of divine kind. So when my children’s overwhelming lightning magic went out of control, no one came to help. My babies and I were consumed by that arcane tempest. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the night he was shot. The young divine prince Cassius, burning with heat, reached out to me with desperate hunger. But high up on the throne... His father, Theron—the beautiful, ruthless God King who had ruled for centuries—was also losing the battle against his own searing desire. Everyone expected me to throw myself into Cassius’s arms. But this time, I gathered my skirts, strode past him, and sat right on the God King’s lap.

Everyone in Aeloria knows the name Kael Mordain. The dark lord of the northern fortress. The villain. The monster. The man no one survives. Princess Seraphina has heard the stories her whole life, whispered by servants, used by her father to silence rebellious lords, painted in shadows so dark that even brave men flinched at his name.She never thought those stories would become her life. But one night he comes for her. No warning. No negotiation. And no force in the kingdom stops him. Now she is his captive. Trapped behind cold stone walls with a man who speaks little, feels less, and looks at her like she is a problem he is trying to solve. She hates him. She is certain of that. She is also certain that her father is coming to save her. That the kingdom is searching. That everything will go back to the way it was. She holds onto that certainty like a candle in the dark. She just doesn't know yet, that the dark is exactly where the truth lives. "You want to go back," he said. "I know. But tell me, princess, what exactly are you going back to?"

"We are enemies." "That doesn't stop me from possessing you." He breathed and every word he whispered later on sent chills down my spine, "You are mine, Amara. From the pale blonde strands of your hair to your faded nail-polished toes. Every breath you take is mine. Not excluding the freckles dusting your cheeks to the pimples on your face. Your misery is mine, which I shall bring upon you myself. From your giggles to your random nonsensical chatter, I own them! Your darn strawberry moments are mine. Every drop of blood that flows through your veins belongs to me and so does your last breath when I snuff life out of you, watching as your pretty green eyes lose their shine and your heartbeat goes dull beneath my palm." His hand traveled to my neck, fingers lacing around it, and he squeezed a bit, "Who do you belong to?" He asked capturing my ear lobe between his lips and I shivered. "Myself and you can't have me!" I swung my head back and crashed it against his, sending him reeling backward. **************** You have got to let your loved ones know what's happening with you' Amara snow Dardanos learns this the hard way when her perfect world is crushed by a secret she kept away from her family. Orian Wolfe Akanther, one of the leaders of the underworld is given the task of taking the werewolf princess as vengeance for the injustice and treachery done to his kind. The plan was simple, to take her, watch her family and kind crumble beneath his finger tips and then kill her but that plan seems to foil when his nonexistent heart leans towards her and he is at the risk of breaking a blood oath.

Ondine Skarrow was never worth claiming — unranked, unbonded, raised outside a pack that only remembered she existed the day they needed to pay off a debt. Sold at auction under wolf law, she expects a cage. She gets three men who move like they’ve commanded armies, and a bond that hits like a collision the second the tallest one looks at her. Then he rejects it. On sight. In front of everyone. Corvain Vaelth is the exiled heir to a throne stolen out from under him three years ago, hiding with the only two wolves who survived the massacre that took everything else. Claiming a mate while he’s landless and hunted isn’t romance — it’s a death sentence he refuses to hand her. So he denies the bond and walks away, and leaves Ondine legally his, emotionally nobody’s, and furious. But Alpha Alaric Vaunt — the man who built his empire on Ashgrove’s ashes — has just ratified a law that claims every unbonded omega in the region for his own territory. Ondine isn’t just unclaimed. She’s a target with a deadline. And the only thing that puts her outside Vaunt’s reach is the bond Corvain threw away. Reclaiming his throne was never just about Corvain anymore. Now it’s the only thing standing between Ondine and a cage with someone else’s name on it — and the only way any of them keep her is if all three of them are willing to fight, and choose her, for real.

“My body betrays me every time you come near. Stop making my wolf feel like you're her entire world, while my heart screams that you are nothing but my destruction!” – Rhea Valleria. “This bond pulls me toward you like a curse. I hate you, yet my instincts won't rest until I’ve claimed you." – Leon Vareth. RHEA VALLERIA lost everything overnight. Her family, her home, and the entire Valerian Pack were wiped out by the terrible Moon Rot plague. As the only helpless survivor, Rhea was forced into captivity by the Targarion Pack under the dictatorial rule of Alpha Leon Vareth after witnessing something she should not have seen. LEON VARETH is the definition of ambition and cruelty. As CEO of Vareth Corp and Alpha of the strongest pack in the Southern region, he allows no one to stand in his way to eternal glory, even if it means performing the cursed Eternal Blood Ritual. To him, weakness is a sin. And when he discovers a lowly girl from a dying clan spying on his darkest secret, there is only one solution: eliminate her. However, as his hands grip her neck to take her last breath, fate surprises them with an inescapable Mate bond.