I ran from a monster three years ago. Changed my name. Buried my past. Learned how to survive alone. Because Aleksandr Romanov doesn’t forgive betrayal. He executes it.
Then I found him bleeding in the snow. Shot. Broken. Forgotten. The Pakhan with gold eyes and dragon wings… didn’t remember who he was. And I didn’t tell him who I was either.
In my cabin, he was human. Protective. Mine. He touched me like I was something worth keeping. Then one morning… he looked at me— and remembered. My name. My face. The execution order he once signed.
Now I live in his fortress. Under his guard. Behind locked doors. He says it’s protection. I call it captivity. He doesn’t know I’m carrying his heir.
And I don’t know which man will win— The one who saved me… Or the Pakhan who signed my death warrant.
