Allistair Zane Fretzellis was haunted by the same dream every night.
A vision drenched in blood, fire and carnage. Seas of crimson and fire stretched endlessly, dismembered bodies scattered like broken dolls. It should have terrified him. It should have driven him to despair.
But it did not.
Instead, it called to him—seduced him. The metallic stench of blood was intoxicating, the inferno's warmth a twisted comfort. And through it all a man's voice lingered, deep and unrelenting. His touch burned down to Allistair's very soul, branding him. Driving him to the edge of madness.
Yet, the phantom's face remained hidden, just out of reach. And every night, Allistair longed, craved, hungered to uncover the truth of the man who haunted his dreams.
He never imagined the phantom was far closer the he believed.
Samael Lucian DelFierro—King of Wolves, Alpha of Alphas. A ruler cloaked in ruthlessness, feared across the realms. His power unmatched, his soul fractured. For within him lives not only his wolf, but the Beast, a darker entity that clawed and tore to be. Bloodlust consumed him, his mind splintered by incomplete memories and truths buried too deep.
He was a monster. A king. A man broken and whole all at once.
Samael and Allistair's path collided, the world itself seemed to tremble. Their clash was fire and steel, hatred and hunger—an explosion that threatened to tear everything apart. Allistair loathed him. Samael despised him. And yet… in Allistair's presence, the Beast calmed. The bloodlust stilled.
Fate, cruel as ever, had already decided.
What would they do, when destiny bound them as fated mates? Would Allistair embrace the bond, or chase the phantom in his dreams? Would Samael surrender to love, or would his path—and the truth of who he truly was—tear them apart?
This is their story.
A tale of blood and fire. Of love that consumes, possesses, and burns the world to ash.
A love that whispers—
"I will let the world burn for you."