holy sword

A story told from both sides of the blade. Eleanore: My husband rode off to war with a kiss and a promise. Days later, I received news of his death and the name of his killer—Perseus, the ruthless Lycan King. Now, I'm his bride. A pawn traded for a treaty. They say power demands sacrifice. I say vengeance deserves patience. I won’t scream. I won’t break. And I sure as hell won’t fall in love with the monster who destroyed my world. He expects a Luna. He’s getting a storm in a black dress and a sword in his chest. Perseus: I killed her husband. She’ll remind me every day. I ripped her black wedding gown. She hasn’t forgiven me. I gave her my name. She threw my gift into the fire. But I see it in her eyes—the fire, the fury, the pain, the heartbreak all that I made her feel. And it calls to something ancient inside me. She wants to bury a sword in my chest. Joke’s on her—I already gave her my heart.

Venus, the luna of the Ringblood Pack and her daughter are in danger because the enemy attacked the mansion where they live. But when she contacted the Alpha, what she found was that her mate was accompanying another woman in labor. Her heartache deepened because her daughter died in front of her eyes. When a sword almost cut off her head, suddenly a man she did not expect came to save her life.   "I give you two choices: take my hand and carry your daughter's corpse out of this place, or just die here and I will burn this house as your grave," said the man who was holding out his hand to Venus.   "Leon, you saved me again," Venus said as she wiped her tears, then grabbed the hand of the man in front of her.    "If not me, then who else would have come here?" Leon carried Venus' body.   Alan was her fated mate, while Leon was her lifesaver; those two boys from the Delmonte family really made Venus' heart beat fast.