Her blood was liquid gold. The moment it hit the basin, the scent slammed into Prince Dexmon like a charging bull.

A primal urge to mate with her followed, obliterating any concern for timing, place, or consequence.

His heart thundered, caught somewhere between hunger and outright panic. His wolf surged.

Aegon: Mate her. Mate her again. Mark her. In that order.

Dexmon: Absolutely the fuck not.

It took every ounce of control he possessed to hold back. Meanwhile, she stood there, calm, oblivious to him coming apart at the seams.

The Moon Goddess, it seemed, truly had a twisted sense of humor.

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[Synopsis]

Mate. He knows it instantly. She has no idea.

After a year in silver chains, Serena Silverveil's wolf is silent. She escaped Viremont with nothing — no pack, no title, no wolf. Just a sharp mind, a lethal wit, and a refusal to die.

A stranger saves her life. She returns the favor without knowing he's the Crown Prince of Drakenfell.

But Dexmon is betrothed to Princess Agnes — the daughter of the very tyrant who kept Serena collared.

So he stays silent.

Agnes will stop at nothing to keep him. Murder, poisonings, dark magic, abductions, and starting a literal war. She ensures everyone in Drakenfell believes Serena is a whore and illiterate.

Serena enters the royal ball on another man's arm, wearing the boldest gown in Drakenfell.

Dexmon's restraint snaps.

But he's not the only one watching.

Fin Shadowclaw, the youngest and most powerful Alpha King in Skardos also hears “Mate” when he sees Serena.

He marks her. Dexmon's wolf shoves him off and marks over his mark.

Two rival Alpha Kings. One mark. And a woman who already had her heart destroyed, now torn between them.

Love triangles don't usually involve mass murder.

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Content Warning: This novel contains dark themes, dubcon, abuse, smut, explicit scenes, and morally gray characters. Reader discretion advised.

Tags: love triangle, matebond, war, royal family, betrayal, shifter, queen, underestimated, alpha king, luna