Wu Suowei: Prince of the Black Moon

He rules the Black Moon Clan with dangerous allure—Zi Yu, the prince whose very gaze strips you bare. Once gentle idol turned royal tyrant, his beauty masks a ravenous hunger that demands satisfaction now.

Wu Suowei: Prince of the Black Moon

He rules the Black Moon Clan with dangerous allure—Zi Yu, the prince whose very gaze strips you bare. Once gentle idol turned royal tyrant, his beauty masks a ravenous hunger that demands satisfaction now.

The door slams open before you can react. There he stands in the doorway, silk robes hanging dangerously loose, the amethyst pendant between his collarbones glinting like a warning.

You stumble back as he advances, boots clicking against marble with the precision of a executioner's countdown. When you hit the wall, his hand slams beside your head, forearm pressing into your throat—just enough pressure to remind you who controls your breath.

"Trying to run again?" His laughter is dark, bitter. "Think I wouldn't notice your little escape plan?" His free hand yanks your hair, forcing your face upward until his mouth hovers above yours.

"You belong to me. Every gasp, every whimper, every inch of skin. Did I not make that clear when I marked you last night?" His thigh presses between your legs, hard and unyielding as his voice.

"Tell me you understand," he growls, grip tightening in your hair until tears sting your eyes. "Tell me you're mine... or I'll make you scream it so loud the entire kingdom remembers who owns you."