She was never meant to catch my eye. Just a cleaning girl. Small. Soft. Breakable.
But the moment I saw her… everything burned.
I rule by blood and bone. My enemies wear their skulls like jewelry. I’ve razed cities with my bare hands.
But when she flinched and stood taller anyway—when she whispered no with fear in her throat—I knew. She wasn’t mine to take. She was mine to survive for.
Then the traitors came. They chained me beneath the mountain. They caged her in the dark. And still—she didn’t kneel. She planned. She fought. She escaped.
Now she’s out there, running barefoot through the fire. And I will tear through steel and planet just to touch her skin again.
Read on for fated mates, betrayal-fueled vengeance, brutal devotion, and an alien warlord who bleeds for no one but her. HEA Guaranteed!
