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Ziaani never asked to be part of this world. One moment, she was living an ordinary life, and the next, she was dragged into a realm where vampires and werewolves ruled the night. Caught in the middle of a war she doesn't understand, she finds herself imprisoned in a dark castle, claimed by none other than Queen Nikita-the ruthless ruler of the vampires, feared by many, respected by all.

But there's one thing Nikita never expected. Ziaani isn't just another prisoner-she's the Queen's fated mate.

Fierce, stubborn, and unwilling to bend, Ziaani fights tooth and nail to escape, but the castle becomes a battlefield of its own. As much as she hates Nikita, there's an undeniable pull between them, something raw and dangerous lurking beneath their clashes. Slowly, as Ziaani starts to trust the Queen, whispers of prophecy rise in the shadows-she is the Chosen One, destined to either unite or destroy an entire species.

Betrayed by the revelation, Ziaani questions everything. Was Nikita's love real, or just a means to control her fate? Conflicted and heartbroken, she runs-but the moment she steps beyond the castle walls, she is taken once more. This time, by King Silas' son, Prince David, a werewolf convinced that Ziaani is his mate. Trapped in enemy hands, she must fight for her freedom while longing for the vampire queen she left behind.

With war looming, a prophecy unraveling, and love caught in the crossfire, Ziaani must make a choice-one that will change the supernatural world forever.

Can love defy destiny, or will fate tear them apart?

War between the bloodlines

As I ran through the forest, trying to find my way, it hit me—I was lost.

"Fuck," I muttered under my breath, sitting down and leaning my head against a tree.

The voice echoed in my mind. I opened my eyes and looked around, scanning the woods, but saw nothing. It was eerily quiet. I shrugged it off, pushing the thought aside, and closed my eyes again.

"You're the chosen one," the voice repeated, louder this time. The force of it shocked me awake.

I sat up, rubbing my face, trying to shake the lingering confusion. My hand hovered over the bedcovers as I saw Proteus was still asleep then steadied myself. I turned around, and the door to my room door was slightly ajar.

I stood up and walked toward it, my heart picking up speed as I pushed it open and stepped into the corridor. The castle was still, quiet, like it always was at this hour.

As I wandered through the halls, I noticed a sliver of light coming from behind a door. Curiosity pulled me closer.

"Does she know?" a voice whispered from inside the room.

"No, she can't find out. At least, not yet," another voice responded.

It was the queen's voice, but who was she talking to?

I took a step closer, trying to listen more clearly, but my foot landed on something that creaked loudly. The sound startled me—and the queen—inside the room. I immediately ran back to my room, jumping into bed and pretending to be asleep.

The door creaked open slowly, and I heard muffled voices. Then it closed again.

"Does she know?" the Royal Advisor asked, handing me a drink.

"No," I replied, staring into my glass. I suddenly heard a noise at the door and spun around. There was nothing there. I walked over and opened it, but the corridor was empty.

I had to check on Ziaani to make sure she was still asleep. I opened her door slowly, peeking inside. She was still in bed, breathing steadily. I closed the door just as quietly.

"So, does she know?" the advisor asked again.

"No," I answered firmly. "She can't find out. Not yet. Where am I supposed to begin?" I ran my fingers through my hair, frustration building.

"From the beginning," the advisor suggested.

"I can't tell her. Not yet. I can't tell her she's my mate... or that she's the chosen one." My mind raced as I set my glass down. "You know what? I'll think of something."

I walked out of the room, my thoughts tangled, as the weight of the secret I carried pressed down on me.

Chapter eight