His Wicked Salvation: His only weakness. She was never meant to touch him. He was never meant to feel. Thane is a weapon, forged in darkness, bound by blood, feared by kingdoms. A vampire no one dared speak of. But the girl with fire in her veins and rebellion in her eyes? She makes him weak. And weakness has no place in a monster— Yet she was just a human with wolf blood. Elsa didn’t mean to save him. She only wanted to survive. Now she’s trapped between the shadows he commands and the wicked desire that binds them. But the more she resists, the more he hungers. And the deeper she falls, the harder he breaks. Because in a world where love is a curse... She might be his only salvation— Or his ruin. --- A QUICK SNEAK PEEK 😉 She had agreed to leave with them. But her heart… it hadn’t. She told herself it was safer, smarter, the right thing— But every time she closed her eyes, she saw him. The man with shadows in his eyes and bruises on his soul. The one who hadn’t come for her. Who hadn’t stopped her. That should’ve made it easier. But it didn’t. Thane hadn’t summoned her. Hadn’t looked for her. Maybe that was the answer she needed. But deep inside, where logic didn’t reach, she still hoped he would. That he’d stop her. That he’d say something. Anything. How pathetic was that? To want a monster to care. It had been three days, and still she hadn’t seen him. Still she waited for a sign that what they shared meant something. And the silence? It was screaming.