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The villain wasn’t meant to be an emperor—nor was he supposed to be handsome. Yet he hates me, and I don’t know why.

Attending the Academy of the Arcane—a school for the supernatural elite to hone their power—I became a rebel, untouchable and unstoppable. My beauty became both a weapon and a curse, a mocking reminder of the life I’d lost.

Among the whispers and wary stares, one figure cut through the chaos: Tharros, the Emperor of Shadows. The supreme ruler of witches, vampires, werewolves, and fae alike. His cold, burning gaze seared through me, heavy with a hatred that felt almost intimate.

"You made me this way," he snarled, his face a living testament to fury and torment. His presence was a storm I couldn’t escape, and his accusations pierced my soul. Yet I had no memory of him—or the crime he swore I committed.

When I denied his claims, his laughter followed me like a curse.

"You don’t remember? Then I’ll make sure you never forget."

Days later, I awoke as his bride—bound to him by a marriage I never agreed to, shackled to his vengeance. Tharros’ darkness envelops me, threatening to consume everything I am.

Now, I must unravel the secrets of his hatred, the truth about my parents’ murder, and the twisted memories he swears I’ve buried.

Because in this deadly game of vengeance and power, the line between hate and something far more dangerous grows thinner with every heartbeat

Bound To The shadowed alpha

By the time they reached the throne room, the silence between them had grown heavy. Vyr returned to his duties, while Nasa lingered for a moment longer, staring at the ornate doors. Without another word, Nasa turned to leave, her thoughts swirling like a storm. She paused briefly at the door, her hand resting on the polished wood. In a barely audible whisper, she said, "Thank you, Father."

Vyr, still seated, heard her quiet words. A soft smile spread across his face as he watched his daughter push the door open and step out, letting it close gently behind her.

But as the silence settled in the room, the warm expression on Vyr's face shifted. His eyes glinted with a hint of darkness, a shadow passing over them that betrayed deeper thoughts. The smile remained, but it seemed almost calculated now, as if he were pondering something far more complex than the exchange with his daughter

The Emperor's Gate