Prologue: I thought it was just a dream. His hands in my hair, his voice dragging me down into something shameless, his cum on my tongue. Too real, too raw, too much for my mind to create. I swore I felt him, every second of it, until I woke up... still clothed, and my heartbeat running wild, only to see him sitting across the bed like a king watching his favorite sinner. Selvik Voss. He smirked at me like he knew every dirty detail my body was still trembling from. And when I demanded answers, he just leaned forward, with his eyes burning into me, and said... “Are you sure it was a dream? Because what I remember is you fúcking me with your throat.” The floor could’ve opened and swallowed me whole. My pride wanted to spit in his face. My body… traitor. It remembered. That was the first time I realized I wasn’t safe. Not in my mind, not in my skin. He could slip into my head, twist my emotions, make me feel things that weren’t mine. My scars on my face? He laughed like he had painted them there himself. My fear? He fed on it. I should’ve run. I should’ve stayed far away from the stranger with no past, the man the city whispered about but no one really knew. But the more I tried to fight, the deeper he pulled me in. He wasn’t just a man. He was an Incubus, a dangerous one. And me? I was already marked. This is not a love story. This is obsession dressed as desire. This is where I lost myself to the Incubus.

Prologue I’m an omega, a maid, a filthy thing. Or so they made me believe. The first time Prince Zeroth kissed me, everything changed. That’s when I realized he was my mate. But how could that be? I was already drowning in the shame of my rank… already feeling rejected by a world that sees omegas as nothing. “Are you seriously going to reject Lady Ygraine for this filthy, lowly omega maid?” Alpha Tyrian snarled at Prince Zeroth, his voice thunderous before the council and all the dignitaries present. Zeroth had just announced that he would not bond with a woman he didn’t love, even if she was his father's last wish.An Alpha Prince, mated to a nameless omega? That’s what I thought too… until I discovered the truth. I’m no omega, I’m alpha-blooded, a rogue, and a cursed Blood.Cursed blood is forbidden in the werewolf kingdom, labeled a threat, an abomination. When Zeroth found out what I really was, the question became clear: will he prove himself a true leader by killing me to protect the pack’s laws… to prove his loyalty to the pack or stand against them to protect me? Because the moment he declared me his mate, enemies rose, I’ve been hunted. Enemies want me dead, and Alpha Tyrian… my number one enemy leads them.And if even my mate dares stand in my way…I won’t spare him.