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

Tharros stood up from where he was, his gaze dark and unreadable. 


"Don’t make the Emperor repeat himself," Vyrelen warned coldly as he stepped on Mary’s already broken hand. 


Mary let out another sharp cry, her body trembling. "I swear, I don’t know anything about the leaves! I was just following orders! I am telling the truth!" she sobbed, her voice desperate. "I was told to put it in my Empress’s food." She added. 


"Why?" Nyxoria asked, her voice thick with emotion. "Who told you to do it, Mary?" 


Mary’s lips were shaking as more tears rolled down her face. "Your uncle," she confessed in a choked whisper. "High King Vyr. He was the one who gave me the leaves. Every time it ran out, he would bring me more and remind me of what would happen if I didn’t obey him. I didn't want to die and I did as told." 


Mary's Confession (2)