Melissa

Seventeen-year-old Myra Rose Thorn was never meant to be free.

Born into the powerful Thorn vampire clan, she was raised to obey, to lead, and—if necessary—to kill. One of the strongest vampires of her generation, Myra had a plan: claim her place, protect her bloodline, and rule with strength.

But her family saw something else in her. Not a leader. Not a weapon.
A fragile flower.

A wild daughter to be tamed.

Now, she’s stuck in the role they chose for her—silenced, guarded, bound by duty.

And then there’s King Valerian Hiro Lust.
Loud. Arrogant. Human. He makes her blood boil—for all the wrong reasons. And yet, around him, Myra feels something dangerous. Something warm. Something human.

But Myra wasn't one of those vampires who was to love her mate, she was cursed to never be happy with hers. So if King was her mate

She would have to kill him

The Black Rose: The Thorn's Lust

Were all humans this stubborn or was it just him. 


She had warned him again and again to give up on her—that she would never feel the same way. But no he wasn't listening, he was like a dog chasing its own tail. 


Myra sighed. "What am I going to do with you?" 


King smirked, smug and confident as always. "Love me. Be my obsession," he murmured, pulling her closer by the waist. For a moment she forgot how to breath. 


His lips traced along the curve of her neck, slow, deliberate. Heat spread through her skin, little jolts of desire running through her body, pooling low in her stomach. "Be mine." 


She should have shoved him away. Should have set a boundary. 


But for the first time—Her body betrayed her. 


For a fleeting second, she let herself feel it. The warmth of his hands, the way his lips brushed against her skin, lingering— 


He chuckled softly, like he could read her thoughts.Then, he placed one last kiss against her throat, slow and teasing, before whispering— 


She blinked, her mind still caught in the haze of his touch. And just like that—he stepped back, slipping his hands into his pockets like nothing had happened. Like he hadn't just messed with her mind. 


The moment they arrived, Myra stormed to her room. Slamming the door behind her. 


The last thing she wanted to see was his smug, arrogant face. 


Throwing herself onto the bed, she stared at the ceiling. What the fuck just happened? 


She was always in control. She didn't let herself slip. But with King—everything turned upside down. 


If he was her mate, she would have felt it a long time ago—when he first kissed her. Right? 


Mate bonds were instant. Absolute. An unbreakable pull you couldn't ignore. 


Why did his touch make her feel like this? Why was his voice the only thing replaying in her mind? 


She closed her eyes and tried to think of something else— 


She clenched her fists. She couldn't let a human invade her thoughts. So a simple solution, she would avoid him for the rest of the day till it was evening and time to go home! Yes! 


She would take a long nap and when she wakes up, she would pretend his touch and words had no effect on her, because– 


King was downstairs, a smug smile on his face as he reviewed some documents.He enjoyed seeing her like this.He loved the way her mask cracked, the way her cold, indifferent expressions melted for just a second. 


The way she reacted to his touch. Exquisite. 


She was always composed. Always untouchable. 


And that?That made him fucking obsessed.She could run, she could deny it, she could lie to herself all she wanted— 


He knew Myra. She was going to avoid him till sunset, she was going to stay in her room, till she had to go home. 


He was going to wait. Obviously she would come out at some time and he would be here, even if it took a million years his obsession and affection would keep him waiting. 


Because Myra was his, even if she didn't know it yet. She was his. His love. His girl. His obsession. 


And he was going to make sure she understood it. 


Chapter Twenty-one: Only his