Ares Valeron was the epitome of a ruler. Cold and ruthless. Growing with chains of matrimony, he’d disdained the norms that his people preserved and conformed. His predestined mate. Leila received a gust of chills as she entered the grandeur building, nervous but determined. She was a shy opportunist. Given her lost years of memories. Living her life with no identity, she’ll clung very closely to whatever her reach could grab hold of. But she was the Sun Pack’s one and only heiress.