"Monster..."The word still echoed in her ears, raw and broken, as Thorne's eyes dimmed beneath her trembling fingers. Yet even now, with the empire bowing at her feet and a crown of iron teeth digging into her scalp, Kyranth could not stop the tears that fell onto the cold stone floor of the throne room.She had poisoned the only man who ever looked at her like she was more than a weapon. She had torn her father's arm from his body and claimed his throne in a spray of arterial red. She had built an empire on betrayal, lies, and the tiny heartbeat growing inside her, a child born of love she destroyed before it could breathe.And still the shadows obeyed her. Still the vampires whispered promises in the dark. Still Thorne hunted her across burning borders, vowing to rip their child from her womb the moment it drew breath.Now the throne felt like a cage she built herself. Every kick from the life she carried reminded her: power tastes like ash when the only person who ever truly saw you now wants you dead.Yet she could not stop. Would not stop.Because if she let go, even for a second, the empire would devour her child, the vampires would claim her blood, and Thorne would finish what she started the night she slipped venom into his wine.So she sits on the black basalt throne, one hand cradling the swell of her belly, the other gripping a dagger that still smells of her father's blood.And she smiles into the empty hall.Because monsters do not win by being good.They win by being the last thing left standing when the screaming stops.And Kyranth Zylthar? She is only just getting started.

“You’re playing with fire, Ms. Brooks.”His breath scorched her neck, One slap later and the air between Senator Andrain James and investigative journalist Cynthia Brooks crackled with something far more dangerous than hate.She came to D.C. to bury him expose the bribes, the rigged votes, the bodies that vanished when they got too close. He came to break her. What neither expected was how perfectly their destruction would fit together.He offers her silence in exchange for millions. She offers him nothing but the truth. Every stolen glance across glittering galas, every whispered threat in deserted parks, every touch that lingers too long pulls them deeper into a game neither can win.Because power is a feast, and she’s already on the menu.But Cynthia Brooks doesn’t taste like prey.She tastes like revenge.And Andrain James is starving.The Senator’s Feast of PowerA dark, addictive enemies-to-lovers thriller where corruption meets obsession, hatred ignites passion, and the only thing more dangerous than the truth… is falling for the man who buried it.

"Sign this agreement," she commanded, her tone steady yet laced with danger. He seized her wrist, pulling her close, his gaze sharp and furious. "Do you even realize who you're dealing with?" he hissed. "Cross me, and you'll regret it." She tilted her head, a daring smile on her lips. "Then let me fall… into the chaos of your heart." "Heart?" His smile was icy, merciless. "No, Valentine… this will haunt you forever. You'll long for escape, but I won’t grant it." Valentine Spade rules her world like a queen of the shadows, and right now, she wants only one thing: Luther Steph, also known as Rayde Mendel. Why did she drag him into a marriage neither of them chose? Is it love, obsession, or vengeance? He seeks retribution. She demands his devotion. In a world where trust can kill and desire can ignite wars, their bond could either shatter everything or awaken a power darker than either of them imagined. Two unstoppable forces. One binding agreement. A story of passion, power, and peril. Dive into the dark, irresistible saga of the Wolf King and his Mafia Queen.