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 am terrified at the idea of returning home.


Azrael's announcement about going back to my childhood home of horrors and torture has left my mind on edge, replaying countless traumatizing scenes I thought I'd buried deep enough to never be affected by again.


I believed that since my rebirth, I wouldn't be haunted by them—that I'd turned my life around and stopped being the same dumb, timid Valoria who was terrified of her family.


But simply being given a second chance at life doesn't mean a dramatic transformation of will, as I had imagined.


My encounter with Alice was proof enough that I haven't gotten rid of that sick habit of going mute and helpless under ridicule and pressure.


I haven't changed. I haven't improved enough to face them again.


I had hoped things would be different—that I would be a stronger version of myself when I returned home.


Chapter 53 - CHAPTER 53: RETURN TO HELL