Taming Her Hellborn Prince

Queen Lyssera Vaelith has never needed anyone, or so she thought.

For three hundred years she'd ruled Vaeloryn with frost in her veins and ice in her heart. Untouchable, unbothered, and utterly alone. But with a curse running through her royal blood, she knows she has until her three hundredth birthday to find the one human soul fated to survive her bite.

Worse, she only has one month left.

When a bleeding human boy crashes through the veil and into her snow woods, Lyssera doesn't believe in coincidence. So she does what any dark fae queen would do.

She collars him.

Kyrian remembers nothing. Not his name, his past, or how he managed to cross into a realm that should have killed him instantly. He is weak, sickly, and completely at her mercy.

Or so she believes.
Because mercy is a language Kyrian has never spoken. And weakness? That's just his favorite costume.

What Lyssera would soon learn, is that some pets wear their chains willingly.