“I want you to imprint on me.” The King of the Werewolves demanded, his steely blue eyes burning through my soul.
I blinked, taking a step back from him until my back was pressed against the wall. “Y-your Majesty?”
“I said I want you to imprint on me.” He repeated, his anger raising as his wolf threatened to come out. “Now.”
“But— Your Majesty.” I stammered, my heart beating against my chest.
“Mark me as yours, General.” He ordered with a growl, giving his neck to me.
Astrea Vitalis has been a slave all her life. Due to her extraordinary beauty, she’s gifted to the Alpha of all Alphas as a token of peace. Expecting the worst from the King of the Werewolves, she’s taken by surprise when he takes one look at her before setting Astrea free of the bounds that made her a slave.
“There are no slaves in my kingdom.” Eros Volkov had told her and in that moment, Astrea swore her life to him. She dedicated years serving under his rule and tirelessly trained until she became his ruthless General.
What she didn’t expect was for the King to come to her room in the dead of night and demand that she imprint on him immediately.
How could she say no to the man that saved her life?
Eros Volkov is the damnably handsome King of the Werewolves. He has since taken over his parents position as they retire to Russia after the longest and most prosperous reign of any sovereign.
The predicament comes when he meets his awful mate… a noblewoman who was more wicked than any of the enemies he’s ever faced. It was obvious to all that his ‘destined’ mate only wanted to exploit the title of Queen, a title his mother carried proudly for many years.
With no other option, he seeks the help— or rather forces the help of his most trusted General to stop the mating process and to finally put an end to the constant pressure of being told to continue the bloodline.
He convinces himself that it was for duty that he runs to his General Astrea. Not of love.
Or was it?