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 remembered—this was Draven's favorite game. He'd said it once in council, laughing about how he loved watching his enemies run, knowing they'd never escape. Knowing he'd catch them eventually.


And I hated being the mouse. Hated being the prey. 


But I was closer to the door now. He could keep playing his sick game, but I was almost there. Almost free.


I was about to grab it, about to rip it open and run—


But I got flung backward against the hard stone wall with brutal force.


It happened so fast, I didn't even see him move. Like he'd teleported. Like he'd been playing with me the entire time and decided the game was over.


I gasped hard, all the air knocked out of my lungs. My head had slammed against the wall, and everything went fuzzy. Stars burst in my vision. I felt weak, disoriented. My eyes went blurry as I tried to focus on the massive form standing in front of me.


Chapter 35 - The Touch (2)