She rose from the ashes to destroy them all… but fate had other plans. Isaldora Vaneese Aetherwyn was born of ancient blood—royalty among witches. The Aetherwyn Line ruled not just witches, but held dominion over vampires, werewolves, and beings older than legend itself. Feared. Respected. Untouchable. Until the night they were slaughtered. Isaldora watched her coven—slaughtered before her eyes. Her family. Her blood. Her throne. Gone. Massacred by the very creatures who once bowed to her name. She should have died with them. But she survived. The last of her line. The most powerful of them all. Isaldora took a blood oath. Not just for vengeance—but for reckoning. Now, she walks hidden among mortals, veiled in shadow, her true power sealed behind a mask. She is now known as — the Doomwitch . Feared. Ruthless. Unstoppable. Vengeance is all she has left… until she meets him. Kaeilth Duskbane, heir to the Duskhowl Pack—a brutal and noble werewolf dynasty known for its strength and silence beneath moonlight—is everything she hated. Handsome, powerful, and infuriatingly stubborn, Kaeilth threatens to unravel the walls Isaldora has built around her heart. And fate’s cruel twist? He’s her mate. “You can’t imprison me here,” Isaldora snapped, her voice sharp and cold, her glowing fury barely concealed behind human eyes. Kaeilth’s jaw clenched, but his voice stayed soft, almost careful. “I won’t hurt you. But I can’t let you go.” He stepped closer, golden eyes searching hers. “You may not understand this—hell, maybe you don’t feel it. But even if it’s faint… I can smell it. You’re my mate.” Isaldora scowled, her heart thudding like war drums. “I don’t care what I am to you. I will never be yours." Her voice then dropped to a near growl. “But I will break free from your grasp. I swear it—on blood.” She rose from ashes to destroy them all... But fate had other plans.

“You really think you can own me, Alpha?” Isaldora’s voice was sharp, dripping venom. “I’ll never bow to this bond. I despise you. You and your entire damn kind.” Kaelith’s jaw flexed, teeth grinding, but his eyes stayed locked on hers. “You don’t mean that,” he muttered, voice low, rough. He stepped closer, heat rolling off him, his breath brushing her lips. Her eyes faltered for just a second making his lips curled into a cocky smirk. “You can say what you want, love, but you don’t despise me. Not even close.” Her chest tightened, the mate bond pulling at her like invisible chains. She glared, fighting the hitch in her breath. “I’ll ruin you.” “Then ruin me,” Kaelith growled, closing the distance. His breath was hot against her skin, his voice dipped lower, darker. “Every damn second you try only ties you tighter to me.” She scoffed but it sounded more like a ragged breath. “I hate you to the core.” The words slipped out sharp, but it sounded more like she was trying to convince herself than him. “No, baby,” Kaelith rasped, dragging her flush against him. He buried his face in the curve of her neck, taking a deep, deliberate inhale, like her very scent was his lifeline. His lashes flickered shut, and when his eyes snapped open, they were dilated—dark, ravenous, dangerous. “Your core doesn’t hate me,” he growled low, voice thick with heat. His lips brushed her ear, his teeth grazing just enough to make her shiver. “Your core loves me—aches for me, begs for me.” Her eyes flew wide, breath catching in her throat as he crushed the space between them, Her breath hitched as his teeth grazed her neck. She fought the moan that almost slipped her mouth. “I’m not trapping you,” he muttered against her skin. “I’m just helping you to realize that every time you push me away, I feel you pulling me back.” Her pulse hammered, her breath ragged — and she hated it. Hated him. Hated the way her body betrayed her. “I’ll ruin you,” she whispered again, this time softer. Kaelith’s smirk eased into something warmer, something that made her chest ache. His thumb brushed slowly along her jaw. “Then ruin me,” he said softly. “But stop lying to yourself about us.” Isaldora Vaneese Aetherwyn is the last of her bloodline. She lived through the massacre that wiped out her coven — and for six years, she’s been burning for vengeance. One by one, she’s hunted her enemies down, breaking them in the cruelest ways. Everything is going to plan. She’s close… so close to the one behind it all. Until she meets him. Kaelith Duskbane — heir to the Duskhowl Pack. He’s everything she hates: dominant, relentless, dangerously handsome… and worst of all, her enemy. The Alpha Prince who hides his heart behind cold steel, who’s spent years waiting for a mate he thought would never come. Now that he’s found her, he refuses to let go. She’s the last witch of a fallen royal bloodline, sworn to vengeance. He’s the ruthless Alpha Prince who would do anything to keep his fated mate. A witch mated to a werewolf? It was an impossible bond. She swears she’ll break it. He swears she’ll stay. But while they clash in a dangerous dance of fire and fury, desire and hate, shadows older and darker than both of them are beginning to stir. And soon, they’ll realize nothing — not their enemies, not their families, not even each other — is what it seems.