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

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The Black Rose: The Thorn's Lust

Rosa Noctis twisted midair, snapping free of the vines with a shriek of metal and shadow. The air split with a blast of pressure that shattered the windows and cracked the marble beneath it. 


Arielle stumbled back, blood trickling from her nose as her vines recoiled like they'd been scorched. 


“Shit,” she hissed, clutching her head. 


Nathan moved next—silent, precise. He melted into the shadow stretching along the wall, reappearing behind the sword in an instant. His fingers reached for the hilt, trying to phase it into the void with him. 


The sword snapped backward, catching his arm with its edge. A shallow slice—but enough to knock him out of the shadows and send him crashing into the far wall. 


Lisa flinched. “I hate that thing,” she muttered, eyes glowing faintly. 


She raised her hands. Waves of pressure rolled through the room—emotion, heavy and charged. She tried to push calm into the blade. Tried to force submission. 


Chapter Thirty: The Attack of Rosa Noctis (II)