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).

(WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS HEAVY SCENES OF BULLYING)


The clinking of glass against a spoon draws all eyes to Father—the Alpha—standing at one end of the table, right beside Azrael.


"Tonight, we feast and enjoy ourselves in the presence of the King himself, Lord Azrael, who has decided to grace us with his presence. Long live His Majesty."


"Long live the King!" everyone choruses together.


"We've prepared premium entertainment that will suit your fancy, Your Majesty."


On cue, acrobats leap into the scene, surrounding the table as they perform breathtaking tricks that leave the audience in awe within minutes—spitting fire, folding into impossible shapes, and rolling across the floor in fluid motion.


I sink deeper into myself, avoiding the sight before me—or the heavy, undressing gaze of Ronan that strips away every piece of clothing from my body, one invisible layer at a time.


Chapter 58 - CHAPTER 58: MY HUMILIATION BANQUET