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?

The whispers started the second I stepped into the hallway.


I should've gone back inside. Should've slammed the door and shoved something heavy against it and pretended I was still asleep. But I didn't. My feet just kept moving and I didn't know why and that scared me more than the whispers did.


Okay. Okay, so I was hearing voices. That was fine. Totally normal. People heard voices all the time in this hellhole, right? From the torture. From whatever shit Draven pumped into the air down in those dungeons.


The hallway stretched out in front of me and it was so quiet I could hear my own heartbeat. No screaming from below. No chains. No whips. Nothing. When was this place ever quiet? Never. It was never quiet.


I wrapped my arms around myself because the cold was biting into my skin through this thin-ass dress and I was shaking. From cold or fear, I couldn't tell. Maybe both. Probably both.


Chapter 38 - The Seed