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"The Master ordered that you be taken to the bedroom." She informed me.Wiping away my tears, I smiled weakly but her eyes was filled with pure disgust. I followed her to the bedroom, a really beautiful and lavishly furnished place and she said no other word to me before leaving. I stood there clueless. The voluminous wedding gown I wore tired me out, making it even harder to breathe. I settled for sitting on the king-sized bed, concluding that it was after all my room. I crouched and began to silent sob as my face was now positioned in between my thighs. I kept on crying, not knowing what to do and unknowingly, I fell asleep. The next time my eyes opened it was sudden and I inhaled sharply as I was frightened. I turned around only to see the devil himself scowling at me."What the hell do you think you're doing?" He questioned

Abigail Aaro has already endured the kind of loss that would shatter most—her mate torn from her, her family stripped away, and her dignity crushed beneath betrayal. Yet even in the ruins of her life, she clings to one unbreakable truth: she will never belong to anyone. Fierce, defiant, and unwilling to bow, she would rather stand alone than be caged like property.

But the Lycan King has other plans. Daniel is power incarnate—cold, ruthless, and feared by all who dare defy him. To him, Abigail is not a woman but a vessel, a means to secure his legacy and breed the heir his kingdom demands. Her resistance amuses him, her fury tempts him, but her refusal changes nothing. She is his—whether she wills it or not.

Yet in the fire of their battles, something unexpected takes root. Hatred sparks into a dangerous, all-consuming desire neither of them can control. What begins as a war of wills soon blurs into a war of hearts, and every choice they make threatens to unravel kingdoms.

For when fragile strength collides with merciless dominance, the line between captivity and passion becomes perilously thin—and destiny demands its due.