THE BEASTâS CURSED SLAVE
âI can feel your fear. Your heat. The way your sweet little cunt clenches before I even touch it. Youâre not afraid of the beast, Kaerith⊠Youâre starving for him.â
He forces her legs wide, claws digging into her hips, pinning her down like prey. The head of his cockâthick, ridged, inhumanâpresses against her dripping entrance, teasing her folds, soaking in her slick.
âNow spread wider,â he hisses. âAnd let the beast feed.â
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Kaerithâan omega, daughter of the last great Lycan Alphaâwas born with the rarest curse of all. She was meant to be ransomed, not enslaved.
Now, sheâs chained inside Murnokhâa kingdom made of bone and nightmare. A slave. A plaything. A feeding source for Gorvane.
Gorvane doesnât make love. He fucks angrily. He devours. And no one survives it.
King Gorvane, a Dreadborn, of the Kingdom of Murnokh, who died as a result of betrayal, rose from a battlefield soaked in centuries of rage.
And now, he owns her.
He touches her thoughts. Her fear. Her pain. Her buried rage. And he drinks it.
But something in Kaerith cracks his hunger. It weakens him. It entices him. And when he finally takes her, itâs not just to feedâitâs to claim.
She was never meant to survive his touch. Now, sheâs the only thing keeping him sane.
He doesnât understand her softness. Her silence. Her refusal to scream.
Heâs built to feed on the wreckage of the human heart. But she is making him forget how to starve, how to rage, how to hate.
Real love is poison to his kind.
Their love is forbidden and if she discovers his True Nameâthe very grief that birthed himâshe will have the power to destroy himâŠ
Or to set him free.