Valoria was the omega who couldn't shift — the pack freak no one wanted. Her fated mate chose her sister on the altar. Her father's solution? Hand her over as a spare bride to Lycan King Azrael — the most feared, most ruthless lycan alive.

A beast who doesn't love, doesn't feel, and doesn't show mercy.

He didn't want her either. But he kept her — not as a wife, not as a mate. As a toy. Something pretty to break when he's bored.

"You're mine until I decide you're not, little mouse. And I haven't decided yet."

He tortures her, taunts her, watches her break and smiles like it's art.

But somewhere between the cruelty and the madness, his hands learned her body before his heart learned her name. He doesn't want to love her — he wants to own her, tame her, ruin her so completely that no one else will ever want what's left.

And the damning part? She's starting to crave it.

But there is a little secret that Azrael doesn't know.

This is not Valoria's first rodeo in life.

He doesn't know the Moon Goddess ripped her from death with one mission; to seduce him, tame him, and end his reign. One hundred days. That's all she has before he kills her or she kills him.

The only thing the goddess didn't warn her about was the thin chance of falling for the monster she's supposed to destroy

WARNINGS: This is a DARK romance. Azrael is not your soft misunderstood hero. He is brutal, possessive, morally corrupt, addictive, and utterly unhinged. Expect 18+ smutty content, dubcon, PLOT TWISTS, and a monster who might either steal or crush your heart.

Proceed at your own risk (of addiction, lmao).

I don't know how long I'm left sitting numbly on the floor, replaying her warning in my head.


40 days left and just one piece found. 40 days left and I've veered further and further away from the original plan of killing Azrael with it. I don't think I want to kill him anymore.


But I need answers. I need to know more. Why does everything feel like a big smoke screen hiding the truth from me? Why do I constantly feel like something important is missing from my perspective?


Maybe I really am cursed. It explains all the misfortune and the fact that I will never be free.


The door finally opens and Azrael walks in again, still in his bloody clothes with a towel in hand. The second he finds me on the floor, he practically rushes to me, kneeling in front of me.


"Did I take too long?" He asks in a gentle tone.


Too soft and sweet for something as sinful and hopeless as I am — plotting to hurt him.


Chapter 127 - CHAPTER 127: TO THE ENDS