Ecstasy Of Revenge
Tharros sat on the edge of his bed, his elbows resting heavily on his knees, his face buried in his hands. The night had been a long and torturous one. Sleep had evaded him completely, replaced by a relentless storm of thoughts he couldn’t silence.
Nyxoria.
The name alone was enough to stoke the fire of his anger. He could feel it burning in his chest, the hatred bubbling just beneath the surface. How cruel could the Moon Goddess be? To bind him, the Emperor of Shadows, to someone he despised? She was everything he hated, and yet, she was meant to be his mate.
His fists clenched, the muscles in his forearms flexing with the effort to contain his rage. I won’t love her. I can’t. I refuse to be shackled by this bond, he thought bitterly. But no matter how hard he tried to banish her from his mind, her image lingered, mocking him.