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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

The night air was crisp, cool against Ziaani's flushed skin as she walked deeper into the woods. Every step felt heavier, her mind tangled in the weight of Nikita's words.

"Everything between us—every touch, every moment—was real. I didn't fall for the Chosen One. I fell for you."

Ziaani let out a breath, her fingers tightening into fists. She wanted to be angry. She was angry. But beneath that rage was something else—something terrifying. A longing she didn't want to admit.

Could Nikita truly love her beyond the prophecy? Beyond fate itself?

She ran a hand through her hair, frustration bubbling in her chest. Just days ago, she was trying to escape that castle. Now, the idea of leaving Nikita behind made her chest ache.

Ziaani exhaled sharply. Maybe she had been so focused on feeling betrayed that she didn't stop to see the truth. Maybe, just maybe...

The forest, once filled with the gentle rustling of leaves, had gone unnervingly silent. Her pulse quickened as she turned, scanning the trees.

"Nikita?" she called hesitantly, knowing she wouldn't be there but hoping anyway.

A sharp sting at the side of her neck.

Ziaani's hand shot up, fingers grazing something small embedded in her skin. Panic flared in her chest as her limbs suddenly felt heavy, her vision blurring.

The word barely left her lips before the world tilted. Shadows swarmed her vision as her knees buckled. The last thing she registered was the sound of approaching footsteps, the scent of damp earth—

And the realization that she had made a terrible mistake.

WAR BETWEEN THE BLOODLINES