They don’t know I’m a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me—male or female—for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land—their ruthless beast king—took an interest in the “pretty little prince.” How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance—dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: The Alpha King's Hated Slave.
Voir plusGRAND LORD ZAIPERGrand Lord Zaiper lounged in his living room, his boots propped comfortably on a velvet footstool. A goblet of ale rested loosely in his hand as he watched the fire crackle lazily in the hearth.After leaving court, he had spent hours downtown, carefully avoiding his home until well past midnight. All to escape facing the Oracle. Zaiper needed time to decide his next move, to strategize how best to deal with the problem that was her. Until he reached a decision, he would avoid her as much as possible.And today, he had succeeded.Absently sipping his drink, he smiled, his eyes tracing the flickering flames.A knock shattered his peace.Frowning, he tilted his head slightly. There were hushed murmurs outside.Scowling, he set his drink down with a thud, pushing himself up. “Where the devil are all the servants and useless slaves?” His mood was quickly souring as he strode to the door, throwing it open.The Oracle stood behind the door.He barely had time to take a st
Grand King Daemonikai stopped himself, studying the Oracle’s expression. The regret in her eyes was answer enough. “Let me guess. You cannot tell me.” The last shred of hope slipped from his grasp.The Oracle’s grip tightened on her staff. “I’m afraid this is something you must figure out on your own, Great Grand King.”Daemonikai’s lips pressed into a thin line, his frustration showing.Ahead, Emeriel grabbed Aekeira from behind, catching her off guard and sending her basket flying, its contents scattering across the grass.Aekeira let out a startled yelp that quickly melted into full-blown laughter, accompanied by a fit of giggles. “They are always so happy,” he murmured. “As if they have never lived a nightmare.”The Oracle followed his gaze. “Their light shines so brightly, I doubt it could ever be extinguished. Princess Emeriel is much more than just a Syren, Soulbond, and Grand Queen. She has dormant powers.”His brow furrowed. “Powers?”“More like a gift,” she clarified. “She
What was that about?When one was uneasy in the presence of the Oracle, it was often for one reason alone. Secrets laid bare. Sins revealed.Daemonikai was...curious. What had the Vampire of Greyrock done this time?Zaiper had been unusually quiet all evening, showing none of his usual sharp tongue or stirring of unnecessary arguments, in court. He hadn’t met the Oracle’s eyes once, which was highly unusual for a man who rarely passed up a chance to assert himself.“A great deal has happened in the past five hundred years, has it not?” the Oracle broke the silence.Pushing his intrigue aside, he walked with the Oracle through the citadel. “Yes, it has.” “May I speak casually?”“Of course.”She paused, her steps slowing as she turned to face him. “I wish to offer my sincere condolences for the loss of your family, Great Grand King.”The old grief rose like a tide. “Thank you. It...wasn’t easy.”“It never is,” she said gently. “You are strong. Both as a Urekai and as a ruler.”For a mo
GRAND LORD ZAIPERGrand Lord Zaiper was trying hard not to freak out.Trying being the operative word.While the rest of the people had scattered, their voices a low hum of joy and dread, Zaiper had slipped away to the back of the fortress building. The cool air bit at his skin, but it did little to cool the racing of his heart.The one person who could see his atrocities—every dark deed, every hidden sin—like a play acted out on stage was awake.“Fuck,” he said under his breath. His hands trembled.He curled them into fists.“Highness Zaiper, are you alright?”Zaiper flinched at the sudden voice behind him. Without turning, he recognized it to be High Lord Jakal, the ever-concerned Minister of Military Affairs.Why not just mind your own business, Jakal? But he swallowed the retort, forcing a calm he did not feel. He gave a stiff nod.The silent dismissal worked, and Jakal’s footsteps echoed as he departed.Zaiper breathed out shakily.“My lord,” came a familiar voice behind him. It
When the final robe was secured, Vladya stepped back and gave a small nod.Daemonikai inclined his head slightly. “Thank you, Grand Lord Vladya.”Under normal circumstances, Vladya would have taken the title as the jest it usually was, but today there was no humor in his voice.He gave a simple, respectful nod in return. “You’re welcome, Your Grace.”The rest of the day passed in much the same way. Daemonikai carried an air of aloof formality that set the tone for the entire ceremony.Everyone in attendance noticed the shift, though no one dared address it openly. Vladya himself kept a cautious distance.By evening, as the people feasted and danced to the vibrant music, he finally stepped away from the event square, seeking a moment of quiet. The slaves’ performance was energetic, but he found little enjoyment in it as usual.He hadn’t made it far before he heard footsteps behind him.“What is wrong with His Majesty?” Ottai asked, falling into step beside Vladya.Vladya did not break
“Let me say this again, in case you have allowed your mind deceive you into thinking otherwise: You had a sexual relationship with Evie and me. No more, no less.”Sinai was hurting, her body shaking. Tears filled her eyes.“I admit I got possessive, that’s why you had to end things then—I admit it! But I can be better now. Let’s rekindle what we had.” She stepped closer, desperate. “Fine, I admit you belong to the human princess; I acknowledge that, alright? Emeriel is your Soulbond, I’ll accept that! B-but you can still be mine too...!”“You are my bloodhost. Nothing else,” he stated firmly.“I know what happened two weeks ago,” Sinai’s words tumbled out in a rush. “If you were with me, I would have handled you better than Emeriel did. I wouldn’t have screamed the way she did. Ravenshadow would’ve never known something was wrong!” Sinai lifted her chin, confident even as tears fell. “I could take you that way. I’m Urekai, Daemon, with my own beast. I’m stronger than she is. I could
Fruits were brought in on polished trays—juicy grapes, ripe figs, slices of sweet melon—and Sinai munched on them with unabashed pleasure.When it was over, she stood before the tall mirror, her reflection finally resembling the female she used to be. Her gown was a masterpiece, woven from the finest silks and subtle jewels that caught the light. Her hair styled to perfection, cascading down her back in sophisticated waves.Tears pricked the corners of her eyes. I have missed this.After today, not only will she be free again, but she will take back what was hers.The soldiers returned.“The Grand King is still in the hunting grounds with the noble lords of court,” one informed her. “You are instructed to wait here for his return. You are not to leave this chamber.”Sinai didn’t mind. Reclining on the plush cushions of the bed, she made herself comfortable as she waited.And waited.And waited.Sunset turned to dusk. The golden light streaming through the windows faded, replaced by sh
“Argh!”Grand Lord Zaiper grabbed his most prized flower vase, hurling it across the banqueting chamber. It shattered into a thousand glittering shards.He reached for his finest ale gallon next and hurled it, the heavy vessel smashing against the far wall, amber liquid flowing down.The chamber was already a mess. Broken goblets, upturned chairs, and fragments of once-beautiful decorations littering the floor.And yet the chaos did nothing to sate his master’s anger.“That conniving little whore!” Lord Zaiper roared, sweeping his arm across the banquet table.Goblets, charlices, and plates clattered to the floor, the noise loud echoing through the hall.Razarr swallowed a wince, remaining motionless in the corner. He hadn’t seen his master this destructively angry in a while. Lord Zaiper would regret all of this come morning when his fury finally subsided.“How dare she?” Zaiper spat, turning his burning gray-and-yellow eyes on Razarr, who straightened immediately. “Is she mad? Deran
She walked into court gracefully. Fully dressed in her formal princess attire, she looked radiant. There were no visible marks on her skin, no signs of bruises. Or pain.Her eyes shone brightly, filled with life, and on her lips was a wide, unshaken smile.Not a single person stirred as she paused to bow gracefully to the assembled court, before she crossed the floor and ascended the dais, coming to a stop beside the grand king. Then…kissed him.Not a peck nor even a heavy indecent display, the kiss was light. Yet screamed intimate. Free of tongue or theatrics, but every bit as charged with passion as if they were alone. It lingered just long enough to stun the court into an even deeper silence.Pulling back, the human princess turned to Zaiper, looking thoughtful. “Do you have evidence to back up such ridiculous claims, my lord? Since when is it wrong for a woman to scream out her pleasure when her male is rocking her world?” She grinned. “What do you have against screams of ecsta
UREKAI:In the days of old, the Urekai stood out as the strongest and most powerful beings in the world. The ancient tongue called them ‘fearsome beasts’ for:Like werewolves, they could transform into beasts. Like vampires, they consumed blood.And walked among humans with no one the wiser.The ageless, peaceful, selfless beings preferred to keep to themselves. Despite being feared and distrusted, they never responded with aggression. They granted passage to any species wishing to enter their lands beyond the great mountain and welcomed everyone. But five centuries ago, an unexpected species attacked the Urekais during their one night of weakness. The humans.While protecting his people, Grand King Daemonikai lost control of his mind, going feral. Becoming a danger to the same people whom he had given everything to protect. Although it seemed impossible, the Urekais managed to capture their king’s beast form, imprisoning him in a secure cage, ensuring he could never escape.But...
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