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Zeke, a street-smart thief with a knack for slipping into places he doesn’t belong and vanishing before anyone notices. But his luck runs out when he steals a gemstone unlike any other—one that belonged to a monster. Darius is no ordinary dragon. Cursed and trapped in a half-shifted form, he’s been waiting centuries for the stone that could set him free. And now, it’s in the soul of a cocky, sharp-tongued thief who has no idea what he’s just done. The moment Darius sees Zeke, another, far more dangerous truth becomes clear—Zeke isn’t just the one who stole his salvation. He’s his mate. Furious at fate for chaining him to a mortal, Darius takes Zeke captive, torn between wanting to break him and needing to claim him. But Zeke has no intention of playing the obedient prisoner. He’s spent his whole life running, and no dragon is going to keep him caged. Yet as they clash, the heat between them turns into something neither of them can control. And when the wizard who cursed Darius returns, demanding blood, Zeke faces a choice—escape and save himself, or stay and risk everything for the dragon who might just be his greatest heist yet.
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His Thief, His Curse Chapter 4
DARIUSA petty little thief. A mere human.A low growl rumbled in my throat as I paced the length of the throne room, my steps controlled. But the fury beneath my skin was anything but.The soft tap of footsteps behind me had my head snapping over my shoulder.“Your Majesty.”Veyra knelt before me, her head bowed in deference. I turned to face her, hands clasped behind my back, my patience hanging by a thread.“Tell me,” I said, my voice low. “What did you see?”She hesitated. Her eyes darted around the room before lowering to the floor.“I went to the dungeon,” she said carefully. “I took his blood, Your Majesty.”I inhaled. The sharp tang of magic clung to her, mixing with the unmistakable scent of fear.“The magic of the stone has imprinted itself deep within him,” she continued. “And…”She hesitated.I stepped closer. “And what, witch?”Veyra swallowed. “He is your mate.”The words struck like a blade to the gut and my lips pulled back into a sneer, a hollow laugh tearing from my
Last Updated : 2025-04-07His Thief, His Curse Chapter 3
ZEKE Pain. Again. It greeted me like an old friend, but this time, it’s wasn’t just my head that hurt. No, it had been everywhere he’d touched me and the pain of whatever he had done to me when he tasted my blood. I forced myself to my feet but when I did, I realized something—my hands weren’t bound. A grin formed on my lips, That was their first mistake. The dungeon was as dark and damp as before, the stench of rot clinging to the air, but beyond the iron bars, I could hear them. “…rotation changes in a quarter hour,” one muttered. “I still say we should’ve taken his hands,” another grumbled. “Not our call. Besides, he won’t last long.” A sigh. “Would’ve been easier if the king had just killed him.” I barely breathed as I listened, mapping their movements, counting the time between each shift in position. My fingers found the hidden slit in my shirt, the small, sharpened blade tucked away. I waited. The footsteps faded. My heart pounded as I worked the lock, my hands
Last Updated : 2025-03-22His Thief, His Curse Chapter 2
ZEKEPain. That was the first thing I felt. A deep, throbbing pain at the back of my skull, spreading down my neck untill it burned. The second thing I felt was fear. I gasped awake, my breath puffing out of me as I sat up too fast. My head spun, my vision tilting before snapping into focus. Cold stone beneath me, damp air curling around my skin. A cell. A godsdamned dungeon. No. No, no, no. I shot to my feet, my balance wavering. My hands were bound behind my back with thick, iron cuffs, and and quickly spun around, trying to find it. But my bags—my loot—gone. Every last piece of treasure I’d risked my neck for, stolen right from under me. A thief, undone by another thief no doubt by the guards that had taken me.I cursed under my breath, pacing to the far end of the cell where a tiny, barred window sat high up on the wall. The only sliver of light in this miserable hole. Grimacing, I pressed up against the rough stone and tried to get a look outside. The world tilted at an
Last Updated : 2025-03-21His Thief, His Curse Chapter 1
ZEKEI knew the city stank before I even stepped out of the shadows. The air was thick with the smell of rot—magic, corruption and everything in between—and it made my stomach churn. The streets weren’t much better. Piles of rubble, broken stalls, and the low hum of people desperate for anything that could make their lives worth living again.Not that I cared. I didn’t need any of them. I had my own problems, and none of them had anything to do with whatever curse had taken over this godforsaken city.I moved quickly, blending into the crowd, keeping my face low, my hands stiff. The coins in my pouch felt heavier, my fingers twitching to touch, to make sure they were still real, but there was more to steal. There was always more to take.“Watch where you’re going!” A rough hand gripped my arm, pulling me to a stop.I glanced up. Tall, broad-shouldered, and wearing the insignia of the city guard. “Do you have a problem, soldier?”He sneered, his fingers tightening. “I could have you th
Last Updated : 2025-03-21His Thief, His Curse PROLOGUE
I never thought I’d hear him cry. Not like this. Not the kind of broken, gut-wrenching sobs that forced their way out of him, his shoulders trembling as he wiped at his face with shaking hands. I had seen him angry before, had seen him spit venom and wield magic with the force of a god—but never this. Never tears. “You lied to me,” he whispered, his voice raw. “You never loved me, did you?” I didn’t answer. What was there to say? That I had once meant it? That there had been a time when I touched him and wanted nothing more than to keep him close? That I had whispered his name in the dark, hands buried in his hair, lips pressed to his skin, and believed—even for a moment—that I could love him more than I loved power? It didn’t matter now. Because I had taken what I needed. And he knew it. The torches in the throne room flickered, their light casting flickering shadows over the polished stone and wall. He stood before me, hands trembling at his sides, magic coiling around him
Last Updated : 2025-03-21
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I never thought I’d hear him cry. Not like this. Not the kind of broken, gut-wrenching sobs that forced their way out of him, his shoulders trembling as he wiped at his face with shaking hands. I had seen him angry before, had seen him spit venom and wield magic with the force of a god—but never this. Never tears. “You lied to me,” he whispered, his voice raw. “You never loved me, did you?” I didn’t answer. What was there to say? That I had once meant it? That there had been a time when I touched him and wanted nothing more than to keep him close? That I had whispered his name in the dark, hands buried in his hair, lips pressed to his skin, and believed—even for a moment—that I could love him more than I loved power? It didn’t matter now. Because I had taken what I needed. And he knew it. The torches in the throne room flickered, their light casting flickering shadows over the polished stone and wall. He stood before me, hands trembling at his sides, magic coiling around him...
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