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She has no name. No memory. No past.
Only shackles... and the vampire prince who bought her.

Prince Kael calls her Pet. She sleeps on cold furs at the foot of his bed, eats from his fingers, and endures his punishments in silence. He expects her to break.

She doesn’t.

That makes her dangerous. And it makes him obsessed.

But there's something buried deep in her blood — something feral, ancient, and forbidden. She doesn’t know she’s the last royal werewolf, or that her entire bloodline was massacred.

And when her wolf awakens, all hell will break loose.

The court will demand her death. The prince will be forced to choose.
Between his kingdom... and the girl who was never meant to survive.

Content Warning: This story contains mature themes including slavery, dark romance, emotional manipulation, violence, trauma, possessive dynamics, and psychological control. Reader discretion is advised.

The Ruthless Vampire Prince's Pet

The wine spreads across his papers like blood, dark and damning.

His voice is silk wrapped around steel, and I know what he means. The court watches, a sea of hungry faces waiting for my humiliation. Waiting for me to break.

"With your tongue," Prince Kael adds, his dark eyes never leaving mine.

The marble floor is cold against my knees as I lower myself. I could beg. Could cry. Could give them the show they want.

I won't give them tears. Only the taste of my defiance.

Instead, I meet his gaze and let my tongue dart out to taste the wine from the stone.

His jaw tightens. Something flickers behind those ancient eyes - surprise, maybe. Or hunger.

"Good pet," he murmurs, and the words should shame me.

Silence stretches between us, heavy with unspoken things.

Because I see the way his hands tremble slightly. The way his breath catches when I look up at him through my lashes. He wanted me to break, but my defiance breaks something in him instead.

And that terrifies him more than it should.

"Again," he says, his voice rougher now.

I smile. It's a dangerous thing, that smile. It promises that he may own my body, but my spirit remains wild.

This story unfolds through a blend of first-person and neutral third-person perspectives.

Some chapters are experienced through the protagonist's eyes — raw, personal, and intimate. Others pull back, offering a distant lens on events she cannot witness, but that reshape the world around her.

Each shift in perspective is deliberate. Every lens reveals what the other cannot.

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