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

The Aphelion Mansion had never felt so still. 


Rain lashed against the stained-glass windows, turning the moonlight into fractured shards on the marble floor. The storm outside raged, but inside… everything was silent. 


Damien stood near the shattered vase Myra’s outburst had destroyed—his shirt torn at the shoulder where her magic had hurled him across the room. He didn’t feel the sting. Not really. His hand hovered over his chest where the echo of her power still lingered, a phantom bruise beneath his skin. 


“She left the estate,” Sebastian said, voice low and hollow, slicing through the silence. 


Madeline sat curled on the velvet chaise, arms wrapped tightly around herself. Her eyes were glassy, vacant. Her lips moved—silent prayers to a sister she was losing all over again. 


Even Rosa Noctis hadn’t followed her. 


Thirty-three: The Broken Soul