I was sold as war payment. He’s the alien king I crashed his ship to avoid marrying. I’m Lyra Vance. Human. Witch. Prisoner. When my sabotage goes wrong, I wake up handcuffed to King Rhael Veyros — 7 feet of obsidian skin, silver veins, and a crown that says he owns galaxies. Veyari law is clear: I’m his mate now. Body, magic, and blood. The ship is dying. The escape pods are gone. And the only way to survive is in his bed... in the core chamber that opens with DNA and desire. He says I’m fragile. He’s wrong. I’m the last mage of Sector 9. And if he thinks he can claim me without a fight, he’s in for a war. One crash. One king. One night to save two worlds. But falling for the enemy was never pa