Valoria was the omega who couldn't shift — the pack freak no one wanted. Her fated mate chose her sister on the altar. Her father's solution? Hand her over as a spare bride to Lycan King Azrael — the most feared, most ruthless lycan alive.

A beast who doesn't love, doesn't feel, and doesn't show mercy.

He didn't want her either. But he kept her — not as a wife, not as a mate. As a toy. Something pretty to break when he's bored.

"You're mine until I decide you're not, little mouse. And I haven't decided yet."

He tortures her, taunts her, watches her break and smiles like it's art.

But somewhere between the cruelty and the madness, his hands learned her body before his heart learned her name. He doesn't want to love her — he wants to own her, tame her, ruin her so completely that no one else will ever want what's left.

And the damning part? She's starting to crave it.

But there is a little secret that Azrael doesn't know.

This is not Valoria's first rodeo in life.

He doesn't know the Moon Goddess ripped her from death with one mission; to seduce him, tame him, and end his reign. One hundred days. That's all she has before he kills her or she kills him.

The only thing the goddess didn't warn her about was the thin chance of falling for the monster she's supposed to destroy

WARNINGS: This is a DARK romance. Azrael is not your soft misunderstood hero. He is brutal, possessive, morally corrupt, addictive, and utterly unhinged. Expect 18+ smutty content, dubcon, PLOT TWISTS, and a monster who might either steal or crush your heart.

Proceed at your own risk (of addiction, lmao).

I have forgotten just how terrifying and powerful a man like Azrael — the Lycan of Lycans, the lord of darkness — truly is, merely because of a few sweet moments and the fondness in my heart when I look at him.


But I'm forced to remember staring at him now, at blue eyes that now burn fiery red and his gorgeous features twisted up in anger.


Even Celestina, once confident, trembles in front of him no matter how much she tries to hide it.


"I let filth like you into my domain and you choose to go after what is mine?" His voice like thunder echoes against the trees.


"You're the true filth, you wicked Devil king. The true scorn of our beloved goddess. Abomination!" She screams, not helping her current situation.


And just like that, he snaps her hand, shattering the bones altogether. She screams in agony, wailing louder than I did before, and then he flings her against the trees with her back.


Chapter 125 - CHAPTER 125: THE CURSED ONE