"What happens when the person you were made for is the one person you were never supposed to want?”
Lilith never had a life.
She even had to forge her own surname "Schze" at the age of 12, because her parents wanted nothing of themselves attached to her.
Until one day. Just one day.
When everything was too much, and she could no longer deny the fact that she might just be a witch.
"A witch."
Lilith fell off a cliff. And instead of fighting death, she didn't. She accepted it.
But it never felt like death.
It was an Arrival.
To the Kingdom of Thaloria, where class rules.
Class is law. Your class decides your fate, First Class commands, Middle Class endures, Lower Class is forgotten. Mixing between them? Forbidden. Deadly.
Lilith, a girl with no rank, dares to challenge it all. Starting with the vampire who claims to own her.
Duke Drazeil.
That name alone sends chills down the spine.
An ancient vampire known to hate witches to his core. No heart, literally.
His chest is empty. And those mismatched eyes miss nothing.
What happens when the species he hates most turns out to be his fated mate?
What happens when the bond is irreversible?
And what happens when his so-called pet refuses to be one, because she was never meant to be anyone's pet, talk less of his?
She has that fiery nature.
Well, you'll never know until you read.
Hold my pretty hands as we explore this novel together.
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"What the hell do you want from me?"
Fear gripped Lilith's face as she stared at the man who had just spent a fortune buying her.
"What do I want from you, hmmm."
Drazeil asked himself the question sarcastically.
"I want nothing more than to kill you, no — torture you, burn you alive... oh."
Duke Drazeil grinned as he looked at her with disgust. His hand moved slowly, wrapping around her throat, not choking, just claiming. Like she was already his.
"But I can't, and that's the most infuriating part."
He whispered slowly into her ear, his fangs grazing her neck.
Lilith laughed. Not a happy laugh, a short, breathless, disbelieving one.
"Funny." She breathed.
"Because there's nothing I'd love more than to drive a stake through your heart right now."
The Duke pulled back slowly and stared at her. Then he smirked. Mildly amused.
"You're welcome to try, but, You'll need something far stronger than a stake to kill me."
Then without another word he clasped something cold around her throat, a Moonstone Crimson Red Pendant, a Dragon bound in chains.
"Consider that your leash, little witch."
Lilith's fingers touched the pendant slowly. She looked down at it, then back up at him.
A cold smile on her face despite the fear coursing through her. "Seems I'm not the only one in chains."
The Duke's smirk faltered. Just for a second.
Then he smiled. Slow. Wide. The kind of creepy smile that had nothing warm in it.
The sight of his smile was really terrifying.
Lilith swallowed hard.