WARNING: THIS BOOK contains VERY SMUTTY SCENES!! THEREFORE IT IS APPROPRIATE FOR ONLY READERS ABOVE THE AGE OF EIGHTEEN…
If you love to see a feisty heroine put three annoyingly arrogant—yet irresistibly sexy—hot ass male leads in their place, then this book is for you.
EXCERPT
"How would you like for all three of us to eat your cunt at the same time?"
The dream began the same as always.
Sephyra laid on the bed, naked, with three large, masculine men standing in front of her. She never saw their faces no matter how much she tried.
Every time she tried, shadows swallowed them whole.
One smelled of frost and pine, another of smoke and old blood, the last of rain-soaked earth. Scents she had never encountered, yet somehow recognized.
The air around them shimmered with strange power. Frost crept across one side of the bed while the candles on the opposite wall burned with black flames. Between them, invisible currents tugged at her skin like unseen hands.
"We've finally found you," one whispered.
She couldn't tell which of them had spoken.
Before she could reply, they all moved fast and knelt in front of her. "Allow us to please you the way you crave."
At once, their tongues filled her core, making her scream with pleasure at the top of her voice.
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The scream shattered the dream.
Sephyra bolted upright, tumbling from the thin mattress onto the cold floor. Warm wetness slid down her thighs.
"Not again, you foolish, cursed child!" The voice of her stepmother rang out loud from above. "I have warned you to sew those lips of yours but you never listen, you fool!"
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PROLOGUE
Thousands of years ago in the land of Eldryn, humans coexisted with supernatural beings.
Humans, werewolves, vampires, and mages lived divided by borders, bound by trade, and held together by a fragile peace that relied more on restraint than trust.
This era was a time when power remained balanced, but never stable. Eventually, the balance shattered.
Driven by greed for magic-rich lands, humans waged war against the supernaturals.
It was a war of ruin.
Forests burned into ashfields, rivers abandoned their paths and entire cities vanished so completely their names were erased from history.
Magic was no longer controlled, it was unleashed, and Eldryn began to die.
Faced with annihilation, the supernatural races did what they had never done before— they united.
Together, they ended the war, and when the dust settled, humanity was no longer a power.
A new order emerged in which humans fell to the lowest caste, were pushed to the edges of the kingdoms and stripped of influence.
To preserve peace, the supernaturals established a single institution: the DOMINION. Its sole purpose was to ensure that only the strongest heir could rule Eldryn.
Every generation, the twenty-one strongest sons of the supernatural races entered the Dominion Academy to compete for the throne.
Humans, powerless and expendable, were never meant to compete. Yet even systems built to control destiny are not immune to fracture.
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Among the supernaturals, the Academy was a proving ground. Among humans, getting into the Academy meant something else entirely: hope, a chance to marry into supernatural blood, an escape from poverty.
For Sephyra Dorne, it is neither hope nor ambition. It is a hunt.
She is not entering the Academy to survive. She is entering to hunt down the people who murdered her parents… and make them bleed.
How she'll survive long enough to do it is another matter entirely.