Vow of the bloodline tryantUpdated at Oct 19, 2026, 23:42
Six years ago, I was branded a traitor and left to freeze in the wasteland by the man who was supposed to be my fated mate: Malakor Vane, the feared, unyielding Monarch of the Shadow-Spire Pack. I survived the cold, but the betrayal left permanent scars—and forced me into hiding with the secret heir born in the dark.Now, Malakor’s cursed bloodline is devouring him from the inside out. Without his true mate’s bond, the crimson madness is tearing his mind apart and threatening to burn his empire to ash. Desperate to survive, he strikes a dark covenant with a veiled, mysterious apothecary who appears at his fortress gates. I promise him the cure to his frenzy; he promises me absolute authority within his domain.He has no idea that the woman standing in his hall—the woman he just bound to his side through a blood-pact sealed in fire—is the very mate he condemned to death. I entered his lair for one reason only: to dismantle his reign piece by piece and take everything he holds dear.But control is an illusion when dealing with a monster.When a sudden surge of his wolf’s madness drives Malakor to slam me against the obsidian pillars of his throne room, his fingers crush my jaw, his golden eyes blazing with crimson fury as he traps me beneath his weight."I know that scent," he growls, his voice a dangerous rumble that vibrates straight through my ribs while his wolf claws wildly at his chest. "Who are you?"I force a slow, lethal smile, letting my veil slip from my face as I slide a concealed silver dagger against his beating heart."Your cure, Your Majesty... or your executioner."