Valoria was the omega who couldn't shift — the pack freak no one wanted. Her fated mate chose her sister on the altar. Her father's solution? Hand her over as a spare bride to Lycan King Azrael — the most feared, most ruthless lycan alive.

A beast who doesn't love, doesn't feel, and doesn't show mercy.

He didn't want her either. But he kept her — not as a wife, not as a mate. As a toy. Something pretty to break when he's bored.

"You're mine until I decide you're not, little mouse. And I haven't decided yet."

He tortures her, taunts her, watches her break and smiles like it's art.

But somewhere between the cruelty and the madness, his hands learned her body before his heart learned her name. He doesn't want to love her — he wants to own her, tame her, ruin her so completely that no one else will ever want what's left.

And the damning part? She's starting to crave it.

But there is a little secret that Azrael doesn't know.

This is not Valoria's first rodeo in life.

He doesn't know the Moon Goddess ripped her from death with one mission; to seduce him, tame him, and end his reign. One hundred days. That's all she has before he kills her or she kills him.

The only thing the goddess didn't warn her about was the thin chance of falling for the monster she's supposed to destroy

WARNINGS: This is a DARK romance. Azrael is not your soft misunderstood hero. He is brutal, possessive, morally corrupt, addictive, and utterly unhinged. Expect 18+ smutty content, dubcon, PLOT TWISTS, and a monster who might either steal or crush your heart.

Proceed at your own risk (of addiction, lmao).

"I will go prepare for your bath and the outfit you will wear out today."


I watch Yue move toward the bathroom, humming a song in her head, completely unaware of the turmoil raging in my mind.


I manage to hide my panic until she's out the door, before I collapse off my bed, running toward the nearest potted plant and vomiting bile right into it.


My anxiety twists my stomach against me, purging every bit of sustenance from my body.


I don't stop until it's empty, falling back to catch my breath. A million questions swirl in my mind. Like… why her and not me?


He figured out I was a spy long before he did for her—why hasn't he tried to kill me? Why didn't he keep her alive to torment as well?


Is there a criterion to be selected for his games, or is it just something as flimsy as luck that makes me different? And if it is… just how long do I have until it runs out?


Chapter 24 - CHAPTER 24: I KNOW YOUR SECRET