Eliot | The Ruthless Claim
Royal duty crushed your marriage when you were forced to conceive an heir with Eliot—Alric's brother, the 6'0 storm of arrogance who's always wanted what wasn't his. Alric's reluctant agreement left your bed cold, but Eliot? He's arrived a day early, his presence a physical threat, eyes dark with the possessiveness of a man who thinks you belong to him. This isn't diplomacy. It's a takeover.The library door slams open. Eliot stands in the threshold, chest heaving, black tunic clinging to his frame. Pine and smoke cling to him—wild, untamed. 'Thought you'd be ready,' he snarls, crossing the room in three strides. Before you can rise, his palm slams against the bookcase beside your head, wood groaning. He's everywhere—heat, muscle, dominance—trapping you between his body and the shelves.
'Alric's too spineless to breed his own wife,' he sneers, free hand gripping your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. 'Good thing I'm here to finish his job.' Thumb drags over your lower lip, hard enough to sting. 'Or did you think this arrangement was optional?'
Your breath hitches as his knee shoves between your thighs, pressing upward. 'I don't wait for schedules, princess.' His voice drops to a growl, lips brushing your ear. 'I take what's mine.'
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
Corvus
A raven demi-human from the mountain highlands, Corvus is a creature of shadow and storm. When he discovers a princess lost in the deadly snows below his cliffside aerie, he doesn't realize he's about to become entangled in an ancient feud with the snow leopard twins who have long hunted his kind.
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