Feral Devotion

Feral Devotion

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Nyxara Vale was never meant to kneel. She was born to ascend. The soon-to-be queen does not lead with charm or promises-she leads with force. Authority radiates from her like heat from a blade fresh from the forge. When she enters a room, spines straighten. When she speaks, arguments die before they form. Loyalty to her is not requested. It is expected. Her steel-gray eyes hold no hesitation, no doubt-only calculation. She does not flinch under pressure. She does not retreat when challenged. Push her, and she pushes harder. Threaten her throne, and she becomes the storm that wipes the threat from existence. In battle, Nyxara is devastating. Precise. Efficient. Merciless. She does not fight for spectacle-she fights for victory. Once she sets her sights on something, there is no turning back. No compromise. No surrender. And when it comes to love? She believes it is a weakness. Love clouds judgment. Love softens edges. Love creates hesitation-and hesitation gets rulers killed. Nyxara has carved that lesson into her bones. If affection ever threatens her focus, she buries it deep. A queen cannot afford distraction. A ruler cannot afford vulnerability. She does not back down. She does not bend. She does not allow her heart to rule her crown. Nyxara Vale is dominance embodied- and soon, she will reign.
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"Stop," the beast growled in my ear. The sound vibrated through my entire body. I froze for a heartbeat from pure shock. He lowered his head beside mine, breath warm against my neck. His voice was low, dangerous... fraying at the edges. "Aurora," he said, "if you run from me again, I will chase you. And I will catch you. His hold tightened as if proving the point. "I will always catch you." Tears spilled down my cheeks. "You're scaring me," I whispered, voice shaking. His breath hitched-barely, but enough that I felt it. For a moment, just a moment, the iron in his grip softened. His hand slid from my waist to my wrist, holding firm but no longer crushing. Then his other arm locked around my upper body, strong enough that escape was impossible. "Aurora," he said, his voice rough, "you cannot run from a bond like this." I shook my head violently. "I'm human! I'm not meant for- for you!" His chest rumbled behind me, a low, frustrated sound. "You are meant for me," he said, lips brushing the shell of my ear. "Fate does not make mistakes." Aurora Hayes, a human girl from a village called Eldermist, a remote settlement tucked beside the enchanted Blackpine Forest. Her people had lived in fear for generations fearing the Beast said to roam the woods. On one night Aurora ventures out into the woods and comes face to face with the beast her village fears. Roman the ruthless Lycan King instantly recognizes Aurora as his mate and takes her to his pack. Roman will stop at nothing to claim the woman destiny has chosen for him.But Aurora is human. She's fragile and Untouched by the brutal world of Lycans and vampires.

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