This wasn’t just a love story—it was a war. A battle of control and surrender, of pleasure tangled with power, of a hunger that burned hotter than hate.

Draven Nightbourne didn’t take Reyna for her blood. He didn’t steal her away for power or revenge. He took her because he had to—because fate had bound them together long before she ever knew his name. A prophecy warned that if he failed to protect her, she would be his downfall. But with every whispered command, every slow, torturous test of her submission, he wondered—was she here to destroy him, or to make him kneel?

Reyna swore she would never yield to him. She fought him at every turn, even as her body betrayed her, even as the lines between fear and desire, pain and pleasure blurred into something darkly addictive. Draven never forced—he controlled, breaking her down with silk and steel, binding her in ways that had nothing to do with chains.

She was his captive, his obsession, his mate.

And when his hands pinned her in place, when his mouth brushed the pulse at her throat, when he whispered “mine” like a vow—

She knew she already was.



Mated To The Vampire King

Brotherly

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Reyna’s POV
I woke up to silence. Not the eerie, suffocating kind that made my stomach twist, but the kind that made me wonder if I was really awake at all. For a second, I thought last night had been some fever dream—Draven’s rough voice, his hands pinning me, the way he whispered things that made...

Reyna’s POV

I woke up to silence. Not the eerie, suffocating kind that made my stomach twist, but the kind that made me wonder if I was really awake at all. For a second, I thought last night had been some fever dream—Draven’s rough voice, his hands pinning me, the way he whispered things that made...

The Devil's weakness