For fifteen years, I hid my royal scent in the dirt.
Once the Crown Princess of the elite SilverMoon Pack, I became a nameless, packless Omega slave—Eva. Dressed in rags, scrubbing the castle floors, I wore a mask of submission to escape my murderous uncle. I survived on toxic herb suppressants, burying my true power and my sacred violet eyes from the world.
I had a plan: stay hidden, blend into the shadows, and bide my time for blood.
But destiny has a sick sense of humor.
The solar eclipse arrives, and so does he.
Kieran Blackwood. The Winter Tyrant. The ruthless Lycan King of the North who rules through blood and cold iron.
When my suppressants are violently shattered, my inner beast breaks its chains, shifting into a massive silver-white royal wolf under the blackened sky. I ran into the savage wilderness to escape, but the King's Lycan apex predator baited me. He tracked me down, pinning me into the moss.
In the dark of the forest, the impossible happens. The ancient Mate Bond snaps into place, igniting a wild, unbridled electrical current between a broken exile and a merciless king.
"You played a beautiful game, sweetheart," he whispered against my lips, his molten gold eyes burning with a terrifying possessiveness. "But the hunt has concluded. You belong to the North now."
He wants to claim me. He wants to mark me in front of the gods. But my kingdom is ruled by vipers, and accepting the King's bond means dragging his entire empire into an international bloodbath.
Can a forgotten princess claim her fated king without bringing total ruin to his throne? Or will our volatile bond burn the entire continent to ashes?
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