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).

The first lunges at me, snapping me out of the fear that has me glued in place.


I turn and sprint as fast as I can, grateful for the light clothes that don't hold me back.


I dodge through the trees, ducking away from the few that throw themselves forward with jaws wide open.


At this point it's no prank… they want to kill me and rip me apart into a million pieces, and the fact that I'm facing death for an unknown reason triggers something inside me.


I see flashes of my nightmares again, shifting between the present and a mental construct of my biggest fear, unable to differentiate between dream and reality. In both instances I'm running between the trees being chased on the verge of death.


For that reason I don't see the small ledge in front of me and fall, tumbling down the sloped earth below it and crashing into tree after tree until the momentum stops.


Chapter 124 - CHAPTER 124: AT LAST, MY KILLER