ALPHA'S REGRET, QUEEN'S REVENGE
Lizzy Fash adored by my ruthless alphasorry, alpha. i don't want to be your mistressi didn't know my own strengthhere i am once again torn into pieces
It coats the back of your throat like bile and rests at the back of your eyes, tightening your jaw when pride insists you scream instead.
The Dune Empire was the second I auditioned for. Dry, gold, and infested with jackals in robes.
King Za'ir lounged lazily on a throne of carved ivory, his eyes entertained and infuriating.
"Audacus," he drawled, sipping wine. "The very specter of war himself."
"We have to hit Hailey now, while her lines are still fluid, she's building too quickly even you know it."
He waved his cup. "And what would you offer in return?"