She was sold to the man who wants her dead.

Princess Liora Ashenbane wakes up in a golden cage, drugged, betrayed, and handed over to the Alpha King of the werewolves.

Thessian Nightfang believes she murdered his mate and slaughtered his people.

The evidence shows her face.

The punishment is death.

She has three weeks until the full moon to prove she’s innocent.

Three weeks to survive his hatred.

Three weeks to uncover the truth.

Three weeks before the Alpha King rips her throat out.

But the massacre wasn’t what it seemed, and Liora is the key to a conspiracy that could destroy both humans and werewolves.

Enemies to lovers.

Weak to strong.

Golden cage.

Alpha King with a broken heart.

She falls for the man who swore to kill her.

This is very dark.

Liora stood barefoot among the flowers. She was a child—or she had been, a moment ago— but when she looked down her hands were different from what she expected, and different again when she looked a second time. Older, younger, smaller, larger. The dream refused to settle on what she was, kept shifting the terms of it, as though something in the construction had not been finished or had begun to come apart.


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