He had pinned me against the cold stone of the relic chamber, his arm coiled around my head, the other hand bruising my hip. His breath was ragged, his golden eyes heavy with the darkness of the curse that threatened to consume him. “You want to hate me,” he growled, his fangs scraping against my throat. “Your scent tells me otherwise, even as your eyes promise murder.” I choked on a breath, my body betraying me. “I will never be your Queen,” I snapped, even as my body arched towards him. He laughed softly, pressing his hips into mine, so I could feel the rigid length of him. “I don’t want a Queen, little Null. I want to burn alive in you before the world ends. And you, you’re going to beg me to strike the match.” ——— Isara Vance was a scholar of dead things, not a weapon of war. But when the cursed Werewolf King drags her to his throne of bones, she realizes her touch negates his powers, and burns him to the marrow. She is also his fated mate, a bond that infuriates them both. With his thirtieth birthday approaching, and the world about to come to an end, they must decide whether to break the curse by breaking each other or if they’ll sacrifice everything to share the burn and the throne together.