Blurb
She was the most feared assassin in all the supernatural realms.
Born to the ruthless Alpha Tyrant of Ironblood . the immortal King of wolves and Lycans , she was raised not as a daughter, but as a weapon. Royal blood flowed through her veins, infused with ancient soul magic older than the gods themselves.
Her tattoos were not decoration.
They were graves.
Each mark etched into her skin carried the name of someone she had killed.
Her father demanded loyalty. Obedience. Perfection.
But power was never enough for him. He wanted eternity. He wanted to overthrow the gods. And she , his own daughter was the final sacrifice required to claim it.
So they betrayed her.
Under the blackened Eclipse Moon, they slit her throat and offered her bones to the altar.
But death refused to keep her.
She awakened one year before her murder.
This time, she ran.
Now she hides in the cursed shadows of Duskwatch Village, disguised beneath a twisted spine and a borrowed name. By night, she runs The Ink Hollow — a forbidden tattoo parlor where criminals, fae, witches, vampires, merfolk, and fugitives come to be marked.
She lives by one rule:
No attachments.
No love.
No kings.
Until he walks through her door.
The same ruthless king she murdered in her previous life.
She doesn't know he remembers.
And he hasn't forgotten the assassin who poisoned him with a kiss.
He is reborn.
He is hunting.
And this time , he intends to keep her.
🔥 Prologue 🔥
The first time he kissed her, his mouth tasted of blood.
Hers.
The war tent still trembled from battle. Her back struck the canvas wall, lungs burning, lips split, skin slick with the aftermath of slaughter. His guards lay dead outside cut down without hesitation.
She had spared only one man.
Him.
His hand closed around her throat not tight enough to kill, but enough to remind her he could. His thumb brushed over her pulse slowly, thoughtfully.
As if he were memorizing it.
"You're beautiful," he murmured, voice rough from battle. "Beautiful for something that came here to end me."
Her smile was sharp. Dangerous.
"You weren't meant to see me."
"I didn't."
His mouth hovered over hers, close enough to taste fury between them. He pulled the blade from his own side , the one she had buried near his heart and pressed it lightly to her throat instead.
"Now that I have," he said softly, "I'll never stop hunting you."
His grip tightened just slightly.
"You're mine now. Mine to kill. Mine to break. Mine to claim."
"You're insane," she whispered.
His smile was unhinged.
"And you don't want me to stop."
Their kiss was violent. Not tender. Not hesitant. It was fury colliding with hunger , hatred laced with something far more dangerous.
Possession.
His hands marked her hips. Hers tangled in his armor. Blood mingled between them. It wasn't romance.
It was war.
"I could chain you beneath my palace," he growled against her mouth. "Make you answer for every soldier you slaughtered tonight."
"You couldn't survive me," she breathed.
His laugh was dark.
"Try me."
He didn't know.
He didn't know the poison resting on her tongue had already begun its work.
Didn't know his death was already inked into her skin.
Didn't know she had marked him three nights prior adding the future king to the gallery of ghosts carved across her flesh.
He didn't know she was the assassin who had killed his sister.
Or that she had come to stop her father by eliminating the only king capable of opposing him.
When he collapsed at her feet, choking on the venom in his blood, he still reached for her.
"I'll find you," he rasped. "In death. In hell. In every lifetime. You'll never escape me."
She knelt beside him, brushing blood from his lips.
"I know."
Then she left him to die.
That same night, she was betrayed. Sacrificed beneath the same merciless moon.
But fate is cruel.
She was reborn one year in the past.
And so was he.
This time, he did not choose mercy.
This time, he aligned with the gods.
He became their wrath.
And he remembers everything.
Hatred.
Obsession.
Her.
His inked, deadly queen.
The woman who killed him.
The only woman he will ever allow to destroy him again.