Slave to the Lord of Misery
18+ DARK ROMANCE WARNING
Contains explicit sexual content, graphic violence, captivity, power imbalance, morally gray characters, and themes of slavery, revenge, adventures (A+++)
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The Morthrune Pack was attacked, the alpha king killed, and his heir taken into slavery for being an abomination.
A decade later, he found favor in the sight of the moon goddess and the god of the dragons.
Two years after, he'd attacked every land which had taken his people as slaves, who had ruined his pack, who harbored the enslaved.
This wasn't just revenge—this was TRIBULATION.
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"I could make you beg, Seraphina," he whispered, his hand circling my throat—firm, possessive, claiming.
"Strip away your crown, your pride, your name… until all that’s left is my mark on your skin. Tell me—will you still defy me then?"
My lips trembled, my heart betraying me with every sharp beat I took.
"I hate you."
His smirk deepened, wicked and calm.
"Good. Hate me louder.”
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Seraphina Lancaster was a princess heir to Moorlands—the kingdom that captured and enslaved the hybrid Draven Gravestone.
But what happens when Draven Gravestone finds freedom and becomes the very thing the Lancasters and every kingdom fears?
The Lord of Misery.
The one enough to put every kingdom at his feet and powerful enough to make the daughter of his enemy walk the path of destruction.
What happens when revenge becomes obsession? When the captor's daughter becomes the captive?