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In a world where vampires and werewolves reign, and humans are little more than prey, Rhaegal Blackthorn is a ruthless enforcer bound by duty and haunted by loss. He has spent centuries serving the vampire throne without question—until the night he breaks his own rules and saves a human.

Malin is no ordinary boy. His rare blood is a forbidden temptation, awakening a hunger that makes him a coveted prize among monsters. Despite the risks, Rhaegal shields him from the predators lurking in the shadows. But as Malin grows into a young man, their bond becomes something far more dangerous than hunger—something neither of them can afford.

Betrayal looms, and Rhaegal faces an impossible choice: stay loyal to the throne or risk everything for the only person who ever made him feel alive.
Blood will be spilled. Betrayals will cut deep. And in the end, love may be the most dangerous weapon of all.

Whispers of blood and love (BL)

Alfred's boots thundered down the corridor, each step fueled by rage, but beneath that — shame. A deep, gnawing shame that clawed at his insides. His hands were shaking. His breath came in short, sharp bursts.

What the hell was that? What the hell did I just let happen?

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, as if he could scrub away the taste of Elias. But it lingered — that familiar heat, that ghost of a past he'd buried beneath layers of duty and pride.

You knew better, Alfred. You always knew better.

He clenched his fists until his nails bit into his palms.

He's a snake. Always has been. Always will be. And you — you let him in again. Like some lovesick fool.

The memory of Elias's lips — soft, desperate, hungry — burned in his mind. The way he'd kissed back. Gods, he hadn't just kissed back. He'd melted into it, let himself want, let himself need.

Chapter Thirty