Queen Of Ruins
A deep voice steals everyone's attention. My eyes slide to a man standing at the end of the stairs, well clad in midnight and eyes the shade of lavender. His scent floods my senses, overwhelming. I look away before my eyes meet his.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Not him.
"What indeed do we have here?" He soundlessly strolls closer, graceful as fire. His heat licks up my skin while the others watch curiously.
"Could it be the infamous weapon-making Alpha killer?"
Even the poison crafters will shiver at the smile he has for me.
I stumble back, his velvet, authority-edged voice doing forbidden things my mind.
Lilith Snow was the weapon maker of her pack, Dyslea, but no one took her for a murderer. She was to be beheaded for the crime of killing beat own Alpha, but her best friend, Ezlia slid in and took her to her pack, Veyral.
On reaching there, she's shocked to find that she's in trouble with the Alpha of Veyral, Rowen Leviathian. They're mated; but all she is to him is a treacherous wench. Nonetheless, he agrees to her shelter, though Lilith is certain he tries to kill her at least four times a day.
But Lilith worries don't end there.
On one side, a whole pack is raging for the revenge of their Alpha's death, and on the other, her past is coming for her.
Will Rowen be able to protect her from what runs in her own veins?