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He circled her slowly. "Strip. Get on your knees." His silver eyes burned. "I'm going to f** you until your legs give out." Seraphina held his gaze without flinching. "No." A slow smile curved her lips. "I decide now. And you'll beg before I let you taste me." His mouth opened, then shut back. The most powerful king on the continent went silent. *** She was an omega maid auctioned as tribute to settle a war debt while carrying her alpha's secret child and a bloodline that could bring every alpha to his knees. King Vaelarion wanted her body. He never planned on needing her soul. But Seraphina Vale didn't survive twenty-two years of chains to spend the rest of her life on someone else's terms.

On the night she discovers her fated mate, Aurelia Nightbane expects love. Instead, Alpha Kael publicly rejects her before the entire pack. Humiliated. Broken. Cast out. But rejection does not weaken her, it awakens something ancient. When the ruthless Lycan King Lucian Viremont senses the rise of a long-lost royal bloodline, he finds Aurelia the girl no Alpha wanted, and he claims her. Now caught between a regretful Alpha and a dangerously possessive Lycan King, Aurelia must uncover the truth about her heritage, survive political betrayal, and decide whether she is merely a rejected mate, or the Queen destiny has been waiting for. Because this time she will not be rejected, she will be worshipped.

"Touch her, and I'll rip your throat out with my bare hands." For centuries, King Valerian Goremane has ruled the Shadowpeak Territories with brutal efficiency, his heart as frozen as the northern wastelands he conquered. The most powerful Lycan in existence, he's never bowed to anyone, until the night he catches her scent. Aria Thorne isn't supposed to exist. Born human in a world ruled by wolves, marked with a strange silver birthmark she's hidden her entire life, she's survived by staying invisible. But when she accidentally crosses into Shadowpeak during a desperate escape from her abusive stepfather, everything changes. Valerian knows instantly, she's his. His fated mate. The one weakness he swore never to have. But there's a problem. An ancient prophecy declares that the king's true mate will either be his salvation or his complete destruction. The same prophecy that caused Valerian to reject and exile his first mate twenty years ago, a decision that cursed him with a beast he can barely control. Now, with Aria's life hanging in the balance, enemies closing in from every direction, and his own pack questioning his sanity, Valerian faces an impossible choice: claim the woman fate has given him and risk everything he's built, or let her go and lose the only person who's ever made him feel human. Aria refuses to be owned. Valerian refuses to be denied. And the prophecy? It's only just beginning to unfold. In a kingdom ruled by blood and power, can love survive the beast within... or will it awaken something far more dangerous than either of them could imagine?

“If you leave this palace tonight, you become prey” Lyra Vale got rejected by her fated mate like yesterday’s trash, hauled into enemy land, and turned into the single most lethal prize a blood-soaked kingdom has ever drooled over. In Dravenhold they don’t chain prisoners. They drape them in silk that costs more than most packs see in a lifetime and call them queen. Kael Draven, the Enemy King, had every reason to slit her throat the second she hit his dirt. Instead he put his mouth to her ear and claimed her protection. Claimed her. Now the whole damn continent whispers the same filthy truth: her blood can make kings. Or drown them. The past won’t stay buried. Rowan, the Alpha who ripped her heart out to “save his people,” creeps back through the shadows with one desperate, cocky demand: come back to me. Stay here and she becomes Kael’s living blade, soaked in power and whatever else he decides to take from her body. Leave, and she lights the match that turns every pack into smoking graves. One man wants her soul to rule with. The other already shattered it and still thinks he deserves the pieces. Lyra’s done being the girl who waits to be chosen. In a world where power gets ripped out of throats, not politely handed over… she isn’t prey anymore. She’s the f*cking throne. And she’s deciding who bleeds for the right to sit on it.

Having survived the deadly trials of Lyria and uncovered the haunting legacy of her ancestors, Maerwynn now faces a reality far more terrifying—a war brewing beyond the realms. She has transformed into a powerful being, but with her newfound immortality and role as the seventh stone, Maerwynn’s existence holds the key to maintaining Lyria's fragile peace. Alongside Valen, the Elusive High Lord who ignites both fury and passion within her, Maerwynn must wield her powers in ways she never imagined. Yet as they prepare for war against Kyante, the cruel queen of Hadeon, Maerwynn realizes that victory comes with perilous demands. A prophecy looms over her, foretelling betrayal, sacrifice, and a battle that will reshape everything she has come to cherish. As enemies close in and allies grow suspicious of her power, Maerwynn and Valen embark on a treacherous journey to build alliances, reclaim a weapon of immense strength, and face the horrors of Hadeon’s armies. Amidst bloodshed and treachery, In this heart-wrenching climax, Maerwynn makes an impossible choice that will forever alter her, the High Lord she loves, and the fate of both worlds. *** BOOK 2 in the AETHER series. If you haven't read the Book 1- " Court of Fae and ruin", please do so, or nothing in this book would make sense. Xoxo

Born of Ash and Night She was never meant to exist. Born of wolf and vampire, hidden in ash and blood, she should have died with her parents. Instead, she survived—and grew into something the world doesn’t know how to control. Two princes stand in her path. One bound to her by fate she never chose. One tied to her by a bond that burns hotter the closer they get. As kingdoms fracture and old gods stir, she must decide what she’s willing to burn to claim her future. Because this time, she won’t kneel. Not to fate. Not to crowns. Not to the night itself.