[MATURE CONTENT]
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 missed how you talked back. I can smell the fire burning inside you. Your arousal. It’s strong. Now be a good girl and lie still.” He requested with what sounded like a polite tone but was really just a cover for his sick twisted thrill.
“You don’t smell shit from me.” I was getting angry. I know he probably has armed my collar again or I’d throw him across the room and untie myself, give him a piece of my mind.
But another part of me. Some twisted sick masochist piece of me wanted to find out how the game was played.
He quickly closed the distance between us, reaching to tie the blindfold over me. The minute my vision darkened alarms rang in my head. Every sense was heightened. It was intense and overpowering. 
“Ever been touched here, by man?” 
I shook my heads no.
He lifted his hand from my skin, and that’s when I realized I’d been holding my breath.
He moved to my stomach. “How about here?”
I shook my head no. he was driving me crazy, my skin was screaming for more, despite my better judgement, I also wanted more.
His warm gentle touch sent a ripple of heat rolling down my back. 
I desperately wanted to know what yes would mean. My heart was thundering. The pit in my stomach became and ache between my legs.
And then hot, soft lips crashed into mine, stealing my breath, it was anything but gentle. It was violent, all consuming, and possessive. Something twisted in me, I opened my mouth like a weak idiot and let him in. Let his tongue explore my mouth. I gave in completely surrendering to him.
“You taste far better than I expected.” He sounded almost as breathless as me. I could hear his heart pounding just like mine.
He touched my neck next. I nodded yes. Not just because it was true, but because I wanted it. I shouldn’t want it, but I did. Desperately. I wanted to feel the touch of his lips again.
And my wish was granted. He bit into my neck softly first and started sucking and kissing on me. A moan escaped me, one I didn’t see coming. The bite at first hurt, but the sucking on my neck eased the pain, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.
“Here?” he lightly drew a circle around my nipple. I froze, because only one person ever touched under my clothes. Not even Kal.
“Princess?” He paused.
I turned my head because I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t bear the truth. Admitting out loud I’d been weak enough to let so low life worthless dog touch me. 
He knew without my nod, that was a place Ezra touched me. I heard him growl low, something angry.
His hand landed somewhere I should have expected, but for some reason completely forgot. And when his hot hands touched womanhood, my breath hitched.
He growled low and possessively asked “And here?”

Things weren't supposed to turn out this way. I wasn't supposed to care. Too want her.


She wasn't supposed to be so strong and so intriguing.


She was supposed to be a spoiled brat. An entitled princess.


Yet, she was anything but. She was brave and determined.


Her body called to me. Her smell taunted me. Her touch burned into my memory. She was consuming my thoughts even as I made my way through the pack house raging. She still pushed herself to the front of my thoughts.


I couldn't afford to be distracted right now.


The Alpha escaped last night during all the commotion. The bastard actually used the harm of his own people to escape accountability. And to think he's an Alpha ranked blood line. What a cowardly little dick shit.


When I find him, I'm going to gut him and hang his intestines like garland from the fucking ceiling.


"You look like you're about to boil someone alive." Damon spoke interrupting my gruesome daydreaming.


Chapter 59 - Confession