Three Kings, One prey

One human girl. Three powerful kings. And a prophecy that demands she unite all three crowns-or watch their worlds burn.

Betrayed by the family she trusted and left for dead beneath the sea, Feyra awakens with a power that should never have survived inside a human body. Worse, she is bound to three dangerous rulers: Arion, the King of the Deep; Cael, the ruthless Wolf King; and Salazar, the venomous Serpent King.

Each of them wants her. Each of them would destroy anyone who threatens her. But as Feyra's connection to the three kings grows stronger, so does the danger surrounding her. A vengeful baron hunts her, a corrupt pod of Merfolk hides deadly secrets, and a rival pack is willing to spill blood to stop the prophecy from coming true.

Arion pulled her against the hard, salt-damp plane of his chest, and for one suspended moment, even the sea seemed to fall silent.

"You belong to the deep," he rasped against her throat.

His webbed fingers traced the frantic pulse beneath her skin, lingering there as if he could feel every secret racing through her veins.

"To the tide. To me."

Feyra arched beneath his touch, her body remembering him even while her mind fought against the claim. The bond between them burned fiercely, but she could feel the other two as well-distant and restless. Cael's possessive fury.

Salazar's dark, venomous hunger.

"And to them," she whispered.

Arion stilled.

Feyra lifted her chin, meeting his gaze with a defiance that refused to die.

"But I am not yours to keep."

His laugh was low and ancient, like thunder gathering somewhere beyond the horizon. He lifted her effortlessly, and the water rose around them, cool against her heated skin.

"Then let them watch," he murmured.