The Luna's Groom
A story told from both sides of the blade.
Eleanore:
My husband rode off to war with a kiss and a promise. Days later, I received news of his death and the name of his killer—Perseus, the ruthless Lycan King.
Now, I'm his bride. A pawn traded for a treaty.
They say power demands sacrifice. I say vengeance deserves patience.
I won’t scream. I won’t break. And I sure as hell won’t fall in love with the monster who destroyed my world.
He expects a Luna.
He’s getting a storm in a black dress and a sword in his chest.
Perseus:
I killed her husband. She’ll remind me every day.
I ripped her black wedding gown. She hasn’t forgiven me.
I gave her my name. She threw my gift into the fire.
But I see it in her eyes—the fire, the fury, the pain, the heartbreak all that I made her feel.
And it calls to something ancient inside me.
She wants to bury a sword in my chest.
Joke’s on her—I already gave her my heart.