Forsaken By The Alpha, Marked By The Monster

gleamed under the candlelight. I didn't lo

I asked. My voice was level, but I made sure to emphasize my family name. This

s fiancée, but to openly detain the heir of a major

pped, and

t represents, holds no interest for me. You are free to give it to someone wh

etrothal in front of t

walk back here and kneel," he ground out, his eyes flashi

adjusting the silk shawl over my shoulders. He looked re

at the great hall's e

room. His presence was a physical force, silencing the

he Northern Lord, Ar

cluse, the monster rumored to have been driven mad

f of nightmares. They said he was a hulking brute, his face horrifically scarred and deformed by dark magic, his temper so volatile that he slaughtered his own men for minor infractions. He was a battlefield demon

ais, ignoring Elliott completely. His armor was coated in a fine layer of fr

ped bef

awless, a soldier's deference that made Penelope

ted, insulated case,

lower that bloomed only in the harshest northern winters. Its petals s

s voice was a low, steady rumbl

ll soon return to the capital in triumph. Upon hearing of the Moonwise Festival, he ordered me to ride ahead without rest to present this to you. He wis

sil

erfectly aimed blo

d been rejected. Damien's flow

dark orchid as if it were a serpent. "Are you mad?" Elliott roared, his composure s

say that as long as the wedding vows have not been sealed by the High Sovereign, the future remains unwritten. Furthermore, Archon Damien simp

t know Damien Underwood. I onl

e impossible flower. An escape route had

Elliott for life and align mysel

only chance to walk out of th

ace, Isolde's disbelief, and the twist

ice was

ed out

nst the cool, velvety peta

, my voice steady, "convey

the f

d shatter. Our betrothal, our future, was crushed u