Three Kings, One prey

Chapter 4

Word Count: 1003 | Released on: 14/08/2026

cheek, patting it with a sort of feigned tender

is a good girl. Now be a dear and fetch the water. I want you

ter and took it to the washroom at the back of the house where the pipes were always running. The room was small and leaking. I made short work of my old dress – had been wearin

er her pale flesh, the cheekbones pronounced. Her eyes were enormous and dark with fear, and her lips were chapped. Even

abuse all these years. I made a vow to the woman in the glass: they are not going to have me. I will

ne Mertle never thought to check. I made a small bundle with a knife I'd come by in the yard some time ago, a bit of hard bre

made for the fields and the dark of the night, not the road or town where they would be hunting for

t from a hundred candles in the chandeliers above. My head is addled but the body feels fine, warm and a

y forearm had all but mended, leaving nothing but a pale pink blemish mor

ries of midnight blue and emerald, worked with silver serpents, hung on the walls; underfoot was polished black marble broken up by thick rugs of dark fur. The bed I had been in was a vas

lace. A ser

the beautiful man and his kiss, his assertion

dea stirred an odd mix of emotions, fear foremost among them, yet there was another feeling to

pened and

an elegant woman of olive skin and dark hair, her simple ame

carefully neutral. "I am Seraphine. Lord Kaan has se

ied to say, but it was l

he table by the bed. She filled a glass from a pitcher and offered it to me. I accept

d me. "He has given orders for your comfort and th

No matter how fine the cage, it was still

I said, if only to

without so much as a flicker of expression. "The

protest was out of me befor

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“One human girl. Three powerful kings. And a prophecy that demands she unite all three crowns-or watch their worlds burn. Betrayed by the family she trusted and left for dead beneath the sea, Feyra awakens with a power that should never have survived inside a human body. Worse, she is bound to three dangerous rulers: Arion, the King of the Deep; Cael, the ruthless Wolf King; and Salazar, the venomous Serpent King. Each of them wants her. Each of them would destroy anyone who threatens her. But as Feyra's connection to the three kings grows stronger, so does the danger surrounding her. A vengeful baron hunts her, a corrupt pod of Merfolk hides deadly secrets, and a rival pack is willing to spill blood to stop the prophecy from coming true. Arion pulled her against the hard, salt-damp plane of his chest, and for one suspended moment, even the sea seemed to fall silent. "You belong to the deep," he rasped against her throat. His webbed fingers traced the frantic pulse beneath her skin, lingering there as if he could feel every secret racing through her veins. "To the tide. To me." Feyra arched beneath his touch, her body remembering him even while her mind fought against the claim. The bond between them burned fiercely, but she could feel the other two as well-distant and restless. Cael's possessive fury. Salazar's dark, venomous hunger. "And to them," she whispered. Arion stilled. Feyra lifted her chin, meeting his gaze with a defiance that refused to die. "But I am not yours to keep." His laugh was low and ancient, like thunder gathering somewhere beyond the horizon. He lifted her effortlessly, and the water rose around them, cool against her heated skin. "Then let them watch," he murmured.”