18+ DARK ROMANCE WARNING 

Contains explicit sexual content, graphic violence, captivity, power imbalance, morally gray characters, and themes of slavery, revenge, adventures (A+++)

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The Morthrune Pack was attacked, the alpha king killed, and his heir taken into slavery for being an abomination.

A decade later, he found favor in the sight of the moon goddess and the god of the dragons.

Two years after, he'd attacked every land which had taken his people as slaves, who had ruined his pack, who harbored the enslaved.

This wasn't just revenge—this was TRIBULATION.

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"I could make you beg, Seraphina," he whispered, his hand circling my throat—firm, possessive, claiming.
"Strip away your crown, your pride, your name… until all that’s left is my mark on your skin. Tell me—will you still defy me then?"

My lips trembled, my heart betraying me with every sharp beat I took.
"I hate you."
His smirk deepened, wicked and calm.
"Good. Hate me louder.”

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Seraphina Lancaster was a princess heir to Moorlands—the kingdom that captured and enslaved the hybrid Draven Gravestone.

But what happens when Draven Gravestone finds freedom and becomes the very thing the Lancasters and every kingdom fears?

The Lord of Misery.

The one enough to put every kingdom at his feet and powerful enough to make the daughter of his enemy walk the path of destruction.

What happens when revenge becomes obsession? When the captor's daughter becomes the captive?

I didn't know what was happening, but I knew one thing for certain—Draven was no longer in control. His wolf had taken over completely.


And now I regretted everything. Regretted not running when I had the chance. Regretted that my stupid legs had walked toward him instead of away from him. Regretted every single decision that led me to this moment.


But it wasn't my choice. None of it felt like my choice. It wasn't my intention to stay stuck in a room with a demon like him while he lost control of himself.


I'd watched the whole thing happen. Seen three forces fighting against each other for dominance—his vampire side, his human side, his wolf side, all trying to control one body. All trying to win. And the battle looked brutal, painful, like his body was being torn apart from the inside.


And for a second—just one stupid second—I'd felt something I shouldn't have felt.


Chapter 33 - The Touch