His Captive Bride, His Fated Mate

"Rhiannon, has a man ever touched you here before?" Azræl asks, his voice quiet but rough.

I turn my head away, unable to keep holding his intense gaze. But his hand leaves my neck before he grabs my chin, turning my face back to his.

Still, I refuse to look into his eyes.

"Look at me," he commands.

I hesitate for a heartbeat before doing as he says.

"You know I can tell if you lie, so tell me the truth," he murmurs. "Has a man's hands ever touched your cunt before?"

I shake my head slowly. "N–no."

Azræl starts rubbing my clit faster, making my thighs tremble. A moan threatens to leave my lips but I press them together to stop it.

"Have you ever touched yourself?" he asks.

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On the day I was to marry the love of my life, my wedding ceremony turned into a bloodbath.

The Vampire Emperor dragged me away from the altar and into his dark, perilous world.

A world filled with vampires, fallen ængels, witches, lycans, and dragons. A world where everyone looks at me as something precious.

Something dangerous.

And something worth killing for.

He takes away my freedom, forces me to become his bride, and ties me to a throne I never wanted.

I should despise him.

I should be terrified of him.

I should spend every moment trying to find a way to escape him.

But instead, I find myself longing for him, craving him between my thighs, wanting him to ruin me in every way possible. And just when I fully surrender myself to him, another man rises from the snow and claims me.

The Lycan Alpha of the Snowfall Tribe.

What starts as a desperate situation becomes something far more dangerous when fate reveals the truth between us.

I am his mate.

Now I am trapped between an Emperor who would burn entire kingdoms just to keep me, and an Alpha whose soul is intertwined with mine.

And I dread the day when I might have to choose between them.

(Welcome to Book One of my fantasy series)