!MATURE THEMES!


After her family is brutally murdered in front of her by the Vampire King, Zyren Blackthorn, for being hunters, Aria is left broken and devastated, desperate for death. 

Her world is shattered when Zyren, instead of killing her, claims her as his pet, dragging her away from her village into the heart of the central city.  As a human slave, she is forced to endure his sadistic desires. Every night, he reminds her of her helplessness, but beneath his cruelty lies an obsession that burns with intensity. 

Despite her hatred and longing for revenge, Aria’s body betrays her, and she finds herself caught between a dark desire and her desperate need for revenge.

Excerpt:

Aria’s breath hitched as Zyren’s fingers traced the line of her jaw, his touch colder than ice, yet searing her skin with the promise of more. She should resist, should fight back, but her body betrayed her—shivering, craving the pleasure she knew he could give.

“You thought I’d kill you,” Zyren murmured, his voice a dark purr. “But instead, you’ll belong to me. Every part of you will be mine.”

Her lips parted to speak, but the words caught in her throat. The memory of her family’s blood staining her hands made her stomach churn as she glared hatefully at him.

“Tell me,” he growled, his hands moving lower, pressing against the softness of her skin, “do you still wish to die?”

She clenched her fists, tears threatening to spill, but her body trembled under his touch. 

“I wish for nothing but to be free of you,” she spat, but even as the words left her lips, she felt the hunger in her—a hunger she hated but couldn’t deny as she stared into his red eyes.

A need to PRESENT herself to him and have him mount her…body and soul.

In the carriage, Rymora lowered her head even further than before, her chin almost brushing her chest as her heart pounded a heavy rhythm beneath her ribs. Aira sat opposite her on the other side of the carriage, while Rymora herself occupied the same seat as Lord Drehk. Every now and then she could feel the weight of Lord Drehk's attention sliding toward her, like a faint touch she could not shake off. Yet Rymora did not dare lift her eyes to meet his gaze. Instead, she fixed her eyes firmly on the view outside, staring at the road ahead as the carriage rumbled and swayed over the uneven ground.


Chapter 244 - Fangs