A young woman is offered up as a sacrifice to the feared Wolf King, only to discover that her surrender binds her to a world of supernatural power and dangerous desire. As she navigates the pack's ruthless politics and her own growing pull toward the beast she was meant to die for, she must decide whether her fate is a curse or a destiny she can claim.
Fine. I was never going to marry anyone else in this life anyway. If this is what she wants, consider it repayment for saving me last night. Lower your head. You!
What is this? The soul blood pact triggered on its own. As you wished. Are you insane?
No other choice. Your blood triggered my blood pact. Now everyone knows you're my princess consort. What does that mean?
Exactly what it sounds like. Mother, why isn't that bastard dead yet? Didn't you say he was poisoned during his rut? And why did I hear you even sent him a saintess as a sacrifice?
What's the rush? If he used that sacrifice, a werewolf in Rutt is no joke. Someone might end up dead. By then, what reputation would he have left as prince? What if he doesn't use her?
Only a master-level healer could undo my poison, and there is only one healer of that level in the entire kingdom. If he refuses to vent it, he can wait for his body to explode. Your Majesty! Your Highness!
Something... something terrible has happened! Get out! Can't you see we're busy? Just now, the prince... the prince and that saintess formed a soul-blood pact.