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

Nyxoria snorted, wiping the blood still dripping from her nose with the back of her hand. Her glare burned into Tharros, fierce and unyielding. 


"Don’t let this get to your head," she spat, tightening her grip on her sword. "I’m ready whenever you are." 


Tharros didn’t bother responding. He just smiled, that cold, twisted smile that made Nyxoria’s skin crawl. And then, without warning, he lunged forward. 


His sword gleamed under the throne room’s flickering sunlight, and he moved fast, so fast it was nearly impossible to track him. But Nyxoria’s eyes were sharp. She caught the faint blur of his movement just in time, bringing her blade up to block his strike. 


The clash of metal echoed through the room, sharp and deafening. The impact sent a shudder through Nyxoria’s arms, forcing her down to one knee. She gritted her teeth, holding her sword with both hands as Tharros pressed down with his own. 


That’s when she noticed it, he was using only one hand. 


His Prisoner