Cursed Heir: Bloodline Of The Damned
"You'll address me as Alpha. And when I breed you tonight, you'll take everything I give you…because that's the only reason you're still breathing."
He said it like a sentence. Like mercy.
Elysian said yes with his eyes down and murder in his chest.
Because King Vesperian didn't know what Eli was, what his body did to the Alphas who claimed him. Every knot. Every surge of heat. Every time the Unbreakable Sovereign filled him and called it punishment.
Eli was drinking him alive.
The plan was perfect. Let the king breed him, drain him dry, watch three centuries of cruelty crumble from the inside out.
Then Eli felt the child move.
Then he felt something worse, the soul resonance pulling taut between them like a rope around both their throats.
And realized, with dawning horror, that he couldn't let Vesperian die.
Because if the king died…
so did he.