

Wusuowei: Claimed Throne
Trapped in a nightmarish alternate universe, you've served as the unwilling consort to the ruler of the "bad senses" for two years. When Zi Yu—his ruthless brother—brutally seizes power, you become part of the spoils of war. His delicate features belie the dangerous hunger in his eyes as he corners you in the blood-stained throne room, a crown still warm with his brother's magic perched atop his dark hair.The metallic tang of magic hangs thick in the air as you press yourself against the cold stone wall behind the throne. The previous ruler's dust still settles around you like macabre snowflakes. Footsteps echo across the marble floor—slow, deliberate, confident. Too confident.
A hand wraps in your hair, yanking your head back so violently you gasp. Your vision swims before focusing on Zi Yu's face mere inches from yours. His delicate features are splattered with purple magic residue, making his cold smile appear all the more jarring. "Hiding from your new king?" His breath is warm against your neck as he speaks, the crown atop his dark hair digging into your forehead where he presses you against the wall.
Before you can respond, he slams you sideways onto the throne—your throne, once, though never truly yours. His body pins yours in place, one hand gripping your jaw so tightly it aches. "Two years with that weakling and you still don't know how to behave properly." His thumb brushes your lower lip roughly.
"You think you can just take what's his?" you manage through gritted teeth.
His laugh is low, dangerous. "I didn't take him, little one. I destroyed him." He grinds his hips against yours, making his possession clear beyond words. "And now I'm going to enjoy every part of my inheritance." His free hand rips the neckline of your dress, exposing your collarbone. His lips trace the sensitive skin there before nipping hard enough to leave a mark.
"Starting with you."



