Adaeze Obi was never supposed to survive her uncle's house. Stripped of her birthright, her name, and her freedom after her parents' deaths, she was a ghost in silk , fed and clothed only to be sold to Chief Emeka Eze, a lord three times her age who already had four wives and a crueler appetite.So she ran.Into the Lagos night. Into the jungle roads beyond the palace walls. Into a man bleeding out in the red dirt.She should have kept running.But she stopped. She pressed her hands to his wounds. She saved him — and when dawn came, her uncle dragged her back in chains.Salvation arrived wrapped in a threat.Queen Moremi of the Zolari Empire offered Adaeze one choice: marry the Eze-Ogo — the Iron Duke, the King's Blade, the Conqueror of the North — or return to her uncle's mercy.There was no mercy to return to.They call him Chukwuemeka Eze-Nnaji Emeka to no one who values their life. The man who pacified three rebellions before breakfast. The man whose face no one sees behind the obsidian war mask he never removes. The heir apparent. The king's most dangerous weapon.The same man she found bleeding in the dirt.He is cold. He is controlled. He does not share his chambers, his secrets, or his face.But he watches her. With something darker than hunger. Something that lives between obsession and ruin.Adaeze tells herself she is surviving, learning the palace, learning its dangers, keeping her head down and her heart locked. But the Duke does not want her submission. He wants her fire. Her defiance. The quiet fury she hides behind gentle eyes. And in the Zolari Empire, what the Iron Duke wants he takes.She thought she was escaping a cage. She walked into the arms of the man who built it. And the most terrifying thing? His arms feel like home.

"The first time I killed a man, I didn't even get to see his body be buried.There was no time for ceremony or regret only the pounding of my heart and the screaming inside my head telling me to run"........They called me a murderer. A monster. A girl unworthy of mercy. But the truth? I was just a pawn in my stepfather's twisted game. A game that left me imprisoned, broken, and sentenced to rot in a cell... until "he" came for me. "THE LYCAN KING "Tall, brutal, and crowned in shadows, he offers me a choice: "serve in his palace or die in chains". I choose survival. But the moment I step into his gilded hell, I realize the real danger isn't the claws of his court—it's "him". Because the Lycan King doesn't want a servant. HE WANTS A MATE. His obsession is ferocious. His touch, a brand. And when he pins me with those "gold-flecked eyes" and growls "Mine," I know I should run. But the deeper I fall into his world of blood and betrayal, the more I uncover: - My stepfather's lies go deeper than my scars. - The King's past is tied to my dead mother's secrets. - And the child growing in my womb? It shouldn't exist. Lycan Kings DON'T breed with humans... unless I was never human at all.* This is NOT a fairytale. This is a WAR between monsters—and I'm the PRICE.