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?

'Yes, yes, yes, open it, open it, OPEN IT—'


I reached the top and stood right in front of it. It was big. Really big. The silver engravings on the edges were glowing. Pulsing. Like they had a heartbeat.


My hand reached out and I was shaking so bad I could barely keep it steady. My fingertips touched the smooth white surface.


Suddenly, I felt a shock go through me. Warm. Electric. It was as if the coffin recognized me or something and that thought was insane but I felt it anyway.


Then a voice. Clear and loud and coming from inside the coffin.


I jerked my hand back so fast I almost fell off the platform.


What the fuck. What the fuck, what the fuck—


A woman's voice. Commanding. Desperate.


I was shaking. Full body shaking. This was insane. This wasn't real. None of this was real.


Chapter 39 - The Seed (b)