White fur. A cursed omen.That was the label my pack used to justify breaking me, starving me, and eventually throwing me to the wolves as a political sacrifice. To save my corrupt Alpha from a brutal territory war, I was dragged to the freezing stone altar of the Crimson Citadel and handed over to King Valerius—the supreme ruler of the Lycan Royalty.He is a monster cloaked in gold and dark fur, a towering monarch who rules the supernatural world in absolute, terrifying silence. He commands armies with nothing more than a lethal glance, and rumor has it he kills without a whisper.I entered his fortress expecting a living nightmare under a heartless master. I expected to bleed.Instead, the moment his scarred, burning hand wrapped around my wrist at the altar, my inner wolf didn’t cower—she recognized him.Valerius doesn't speak to the court, and he doesn't speak to me. But in the quiet hours inside his high-security chambers, his silence isn't a weapon meant to crush me. It is a shield. While jealous noblewomen plot my ruin and enemies circle the throne, the silent King moves through the shadows, ruthlessly dismantling anyone who dares to make me cry.He doesn't use words to promise me the world. He uses his unmatched, crushing power to keep me safe.They thought they were banishing a cursed outcast to her execution. They had no idea they were delivering a queen right into the arms of an obsessed, silent King who will tear the entire kingdom apart before he ever lets me go.