Minja

The Shadowed Alpha Series:

Bride Of The Shadowed Alpha Book 1

Marked By The Shadowed Alpha Book 2

"I will give you the most pleasurable pain you’ve ever had. You like pain, and lucky for you," his smirk deepened, his gaze dark with promise, "I know how to give pain until you cry for me."


The villain wasn’t meant to be emperor, nor was he supposed to be handsome. Yet for reasons I can’t understand, he hates me.

At the Academy of the Arcane, I became untouchable, unstoppable. My beauty was both a weapon and a curse, a cruel reminder of the life I lost.

But none of it mattered to him. Tharros. The Emperor of Shadows. The unchallenged ruler of witches, vampires, werewolves, and fae. His gaze burned with something raw, something personal.

"You made me this way." he growls.

I stared at him, confused. "I don’t even know you."

His laughter was slow, cruel. "Then I’ll make sure you never forget."

Days later, I woke up as his bride. Bound to him by marriage, a punishment, a prison.

Now, I must untangle the truth of his hatred, uncover the past he swears I buried, and face the dark memories that lie in wait.

Because in this game of vengeance, I am both his prisoner and his beautiful prize, one he will break. He craves my pain, but I crave the way he gives it.


Book 2

My name is Obsidian Sigil of Liora.

They say he’s cruel. That no one knows where he came from.

But I remember how he looked at me, like I was the only thing he ever wanted.

 And I ruined him. I betrayed him.

But this my second life, I will make it right.

Warning: Extremely Dark Romance | Rated 18+

Bride Of The Shadowed Alpha

Mary hurried to Nyxoria's chamber, a tray of food balanced carefully in her hands. Reaching the door, she knocked lightly and waited for a response. 


"Can’t I get some peace?" came Nyxoria’s exasperated voice from inside. "First my uncle, and now you." 


Mary hesitated for a moment before stepping inside, bowing slightly. "I’m sorry, my queen," she said gently. "You didn’t eat before you left, so I brought you your meal." 


She placed the tray on Nyxoria’s bed, knowing it was where the queen preferred to eat whenever she was in her chambers. 


Nyxoria sighed but sat up, her irritation fading as the smell of the hot, sweet meat broth reached her. "Thank you, Mary," she said, her tone softening. She picked up a spoon and took a sip, the warmth of the broth calming her further. 


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