I claimed her the moment our magic collided.
She rode into my city desperate, offering anything to save her dying land. I gave her a bond. The old power answered with fangs and forever.
Now the Wildspont is rotting from the inside, her own coven wants her blood for betraying them, and a dark-elf sorcerer is harvesting her kind like cattle. Every breath she takes pulls me deeper.
Every pulse of her fear tastes like mine.
She fights the mate bond. I already sank my teeth in.
She thinks this was a political alliance. I know it’s ownership wrapped in wings and shadow.
Touch her again and I’ll burn both realms to ash.
She may have ran from a prince. But she’s now going to carry the heir for a monster.
Read on for fated mates that start as enemies, possessive wing play, a claiming bite that changes everything, inner-circle betrayal, and a shadow daddy who’ll dethrone himself before he lets her go.
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