Bought by the Feral Billionaire
The supernatural underground was no longer just a network of hidden packs—it was a global kingdom, and the throne belonged entirely to them.
Clara leaned her head against Dominic’s massive shoulder, her white silk gown billowing gently in the ocean breeze. Her fresh mating mark pulsed with a sweet, comforting warmth, completely rewriting the dark memories of her past in the slums of the city.
“An empire of ash we built, Dominic,” she said, her eyes shining like glittering stars.
"And we will rule it with fire, my queen," Dominic growled softly, his arms coming around her waist from behind, pulling her closer into his scorching heat.