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 wake up again in another room completely foreign to me, changed out of my damaged clothes and into a pair of silk pajamas that fit my body perfectly.


I'm on yet another bed, this one insanely big. My body is completely patched up. The scent engulfing the room hints at its owner—powerful, yet intoxicatingly sweet and cool.


The moment I realize it, panic washes over me.


When I try to move, I realize painfully that I've been chained to the bed—obvious precautions in case I tried to leave on my own.


It takes a few more moments to get over the panic and simply sit still, letting the situation around me slowly sink in.


I'm in the bedroom of the Lycan King—ruler of all the packs that stretch across four continents, spanning the vast Eastern Ocean; Lord of all Lycan kind in existence and enemy of the Moon Goddess.


I expected his room to be littered with torture devices, taxidermied heads he's ripped off with his bare hands, and other disgusting things.


Chapter 30 - CHAPTER 30: IN THE KING’S BED