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Esteria, the queen of the northern human kingdom, was finally getting married to the vampire prince of her dreams. What began as a treaty between their two kingdoms had blossomed into a courtship where she had truly fallen in love. Life was perfect until darkness cast its shadow over her happiness. Her beloved vampire betrayed her, delivering a fatal blow. With her last breath, she made a desperate deal with a Demon God.

"You will have to become my mate to gain the power to exact your revenge," he whispered in her ear, sending a shock through her dying body.

This Demon God was not only breathtakingly gorgeous and immensely powerful, but he was also dangerously seductive. Now, he was offering her a deal that promised both vengeance and peril.

Esteria’s mind was a storm of grief and fury. Could she handle the Demon God’s insatiable desires and the deadly power that came with their pact? Or would she be consumed by the chaotic demands of this new, dark world?

"I will kill both of them. I will draw their last breath with my sword and burn their bodies with my fury," she vowed, her determination as fierce as the hellfire she now wielded.

Moonlit Alliance

El-El-Kharis's eyes narrowed dangerously as Azazel lounged across the room. Her legs crossed in a deliberate, seductive manner, her gaze sliding back and forth between him and Esteria. Something about her posture screamed confidence—an unshakable arrogance that made his fury burn hotter. Esteria, standing beside him, was tense but silent, her eyes darting from Azazel to El-Kharis as if gauging what was about to unfold.

El-Kharis took a step forward, his voice low and edged with menace. "What are you doing here again?"

Azazel didn't immediately respond, maintaining that unsettling stare, lips curling into a smug, knowing smile. The silence stretched, filling the room with a thick tension. El-Kharis's patience snapped.

"I said—" his voice boomed now, rattling the walls—"What are you doing here?!"

Don't touch my mate!!