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 have her bent over every surface—the dresser, the wall—driving into her from behind so deep she'll feel it in her throat.


I want to hear and bottle every sound she'll make once I am inside her. I want to see my own handprint on her throat.


I won't stop until her nails are scratching bloody furrows down my back. Until her voice is hoarse from screaming. Until she is coming so hard around my cock that all she can do is sob my name.


I'll flip her onto her back, hook her legs over my arms, and start all over again. I'll watch her fall apart under me for hours. For days. Until neither of us can remember any name but the other's.


My lips and chin are glistening with her. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, my eyes locked on her wrecked, tear-streaked face.


I tilt my head, a wicked grin touching my lips. "You're my masterpiece. My perfect, ruined muse."


Chapter 42 - CHAPTER 42: FUCKING BLUE-GREEN EYES