[Because she’d rather die than belong to the monster she loathes.]

Sylva never asked to be the Werewolf King’s chosen mate — let alone be forced into it. But after a planned attack drags her from the human world into the hidden realm of werewolves, she awakens to find her fate already sealed… without her consent.

Sylva Smith is a 23-year-old Biology student at the University of Exeter — quiet, sharp-witted, and perfectly content with her simple life: her mother, her books, and the strange, vivid dreams she’s long learned to ignore.

While hunting, the werewolf king Thalos Draeven discovers a wounded and unconscious human on the forest floor. Upon realizing that she is a half-witch, he takes her prisoner.

As Sylva lies unconscious, her mother — desperate and terrified — after finding out she had crossed and was taken by a werewolf, turns to the witches for help. When they demand her release, Thalos offers a cruel condition: Sylva must become his queen, and only then will the centuries-long war between their realms end.

Faced with the chance to save their people, the witches choose survival — and sacrifice Sylva’s freedom.

Now, she’s bound to a kingdom she never asked for… and a destiny she’s determined to challenge.

The first werewolf reached him, claws wide, jaws foaming. In a heartbeat, Thalos moved—no wasted motion, no sound.


His hand shot up, fingers digging straight into the beast's throat mid-leap.


He crushed the windpipe like it was made of wet paper, and with the same hand, flung the massive creature sideways. Its body slammed into one of the half-shifted attackers with such force that bones exploded on impact—both figures spiraling off the rooftop like broken marionettes.


The second wolf was smarter. It went for the legs, low and fast, jaws ready to rip tendons from bone.


Thalos stepped aside with inhuman grace, grabbed it by the scruff mid-lunge, and with a sickening crunch, drove his knee up into its ribcage.


The sound of at least six ribs shattering echoed through the air. The creature howled—until Thalos twisted its head a full 180 degrees with one hand, silencing it.


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