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SEXUALLY EXPLICIT CONTENT.

Eighteen years ago, blood stained the halls of the Full Moon Gala.
The Vampires came slaughtering nearly every wolf shifter at the gala, including the visiting royal family. Blood drenched the earth, and when the carnage ended. Prince Ambrose, soaked in the screams of his people, he rose from the ashes with a single vow:
Blood for blood.
Eighteen years later, Ambrose is now Alpha King, ruthless, unyielding, and revered by his pack. But his thirst for vengeance never dulled. His target? Princess Odette.
Odette isn’t a delicate doll. She’s fire wrapped in silk. Born of power, and unafraid to destroy. Raised by the very monsters that broke him.
Ambrose wants to break her. But this princess doesn't break easily.
Captured.  Kidnapped. Claimed.
The girl he wanted to destroy becomes the woman he can’t stop watching. Touching. Needing. 
Their bond is dangerous. Twisted. Forbidden.
Can love be born of vengeance?
What if a terrifying and dangerous threat rises from the shadows? Can a millennia long blood feud be overcome or will they destroy themselves before the enemy even has a chance?

Ex:

I started the shower and then looked to her and ordered her “Take off your clothes.” 
She almost snapped her neck with how quickly she turned her head to face me. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me, Take. Off. Your. Clothes. Princess.”
She looked at me dumbfounded, she couldn’t believe I was asking her to do this. The sheer audacity of me.
She’s rich. Ha.
“No, absolutely not.” She narrowed her eyes at me and lifted her lip a little, showing part of her fang. It was a warning glare.
“I’m not a patient man. Strip or I will strip you of your clothes.” As I spoke those words, a sense of thrill shot through me. I've seen plenty of women naked. But my enemy’s daughter. Stripping her of her dignity, forcing her to humiliate herself. 
My wolf purred inside.
“I will not.” Odette stood firm in her stance.
“I will only tolerate so much disobedience.” I growled at her, I moved quickly, closing the distance between us in an instance.
I grabbed her sleeve and tore it off her. She jerked back covering her arm with her hand. I moved closer to her. Ripping off another shred of her dress.
She screamed “Stop it. Don’t touch me. Dog.” She napped.
I snarled “Call me a dog one more time princess and see how I punish you.” 
“D.O.G. DOG” She said firm and slow.
“I’m not actually, I am the Alpha King, the strongest and most powerful Alpha there’s ever been.” I was getting tired of the disrespect.
“Keep feeding that ego of yours, maybe one day it’ll be a reality.” She hissed back.
I grabbed her by the throat and lifted her off the ground. She thrashed and squirmed in my grip. But I held firm.
Getting in close I whisper in her ear “Watch your little wh*re mouth. Before I shove something in it to keep it busy.”

***Authors Note: Sorry. I've been sick. I'll try and make it up to you once I'm better.***


When my knee brushed hers, it was like I got zapped by static. Onyx began pacing in my mind. Every day he was getting more restless and active when we're around her. Especially when I touch her.


And then when she told me that she's never drank alcohol. I was shocked. The girl was an adult, and vampires younger than her are drinking. Why not her?


And then when she told me it was the boyfriend. My wolf, and maybe even a little piece of me, got angry for her. Denied the simple pleasures in life, by a man whole live for only a small portion of hers.


That little fucking carrot Onyx growled when she told us.


Will never tell our princess what she can and can't do. How dare someone with no royal lineage tell a royal what to do? Who the hell does this guy think he is?


We will change that, we will change her whole world won't we, Ambrose.


Chapter 42 - truth or dare