BLOOD, HEART AND A HAREM OF FATE.

They tried to sever me.

To cut my threads. Break my ties. Erase me from the pack.



But my wolf was never waiting to be awake

She was never there.

Because I was never theirs.



I shattered their altar.

I broke their sacred trial.

And three rulers and dropped to their knees, clutching their chests like the bond was a curse.

Like I was.



And their war general can’t feel our bond. He locked me away—he wanted me caged, but couldn’t stop watching.

One doesn’t remember me, but his body does.

Another fights the bond, but his hands betray him.

The third would rather hate me than admit he aches to claim me.

And the fourth? He’d rather burn the bond to ash than admit he’s already mine.



They say I am cursed.

They say I am dangerous.

They call me the doom-witch—a cursed child, born without a bloodline.



But no matter how far they run, fate will drag them back to me.

Because they crave me. They burn for me. They were never meant to survive me.



Their hearts. Their power. Their bodies.

All of it belongs to me now.

And I will ruin them—Slowly. Sweetly and Completely.



Because now that I have tasted freedom,

I won’t just take what’s mine.

I’ll make them beg to give themselves to me.