They offer her as tribute. I take her as mine.
She stands before me—human, defiant, trembling under Vrakken scrutiny—and dares to look me in the eye. I should crush that fire. Break her. Use her like all the others.
But I don’t.
Because Valeria is different. Useful, yes. Sharp. Dangerous even in her weakness. But the moment I see her, I decide: no other will touch her. No other will own her.
I give her luxury instead of chains. Books instead of whips. A mission that could get her killed. And the promise that if she fails, I’ll be the one to end her.
But she doesn’t break.
She burns.
Now the woman I claimed as a tool is turning into an obsession I can’t shake. I test her. Train her. Push her. Watch her bleed for me, bite for me, fight for the place I gave her. And every time she survives, I want her more.
She thinks she can earn her freedom.
I’m going to make her beg for something else.
Read on for enemies-to-allies tension, forced proximity, vampire prince obsession, espionage training, and a human tribute who refuses to kneel set in Protheka. When power is a game of blood and secrets, he won’t just claim her—he’ll weaponize her. HEA guaranteed.
