Born a royal heir.
Fallen from grace.
Dawn of Fate & Valor, an all-new fantasy romance and the second book in the Awakened Fates Series by bestselling authors, Lucinda Dark and Rebecca Grey is now available!
Born as the daughter of the Saintess Queen, now my hands are soaked in blood.
I am a killer. I am Awakened. I am a Queen without a throne.
Against the wishes of my escort guard, Solomon, I must seek the aid from the kingdom of my betrayer. As the connection between Solomon and I soars to new heights, one thing is becoming incredibly clear… My newfound abilities have brought with them secrets. Dreams torment me, and I am lost to understand what they mean … and why the image of my Goddess’s lover looks like Solomon.
A mad prince, a lost friend, mortal enemies … I have to find a way to save my country and my sanity.
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SOLOMON Somewhere in the near future… Every cell in my body burns. Liquid fire pulses through my veins, spreading farther and faster with every beat of my insidious heart. My vision pulses black, then red, then black again. Yet, no matter how far gone I am, I can only focus on one thing. Her. Instinct alone has my body moving. I reach out, only feeling some small sense of relief when my fingers brush along Devonry’s jaw then up toward her ear. Finer than silk, her hair caresses the back of my hand. Even over my hardened flesh, goosebumps appear. Touching her is as familiar to me as the act of breathing, though I can’t recall any other time I’ve been allowed to explore her in such a way. Touching her is a sin. It has always been forbidden. Even now, as I do so, I feel a twinge of shame. I know this is not allowed, but I can’t stop myself. Not when my bloodthirst rides me so hard. I don’t want to stop. Perhaps, then, I am only meant to be a sinner. For in this moment, I can think of nothing greater than taking her. I would give my life for this one singular moment where I am allowed to touch all of her tender flesh, to feel her against my naked skin, to breathe her in. She’s everything I’m not allowed to have. My Princess. My Queen. My Devonry. If we can never be then why do the gods plague me with this constant need for her? Why do my Awakened senses scream her name? Why do I want to claim her and ruin her for anyone else? Shame settles into my bones, an ancient ache that I can never quite rid myself of. In the end, I’m a weak man. Unable to keep myself from the intensity of my desires no matter the knowledge of her betrothal or commitment to her country. With fangs protruding, my muscles aching from the stretch of my Awakened form, and my skin hardening, my mind races from one thought to the other. My imagination, always so vivid, comes up with a thousand different ways her blood might taste. All of them send a current of want straight to my cock. Her petite frame feels impossibly small between my arms. Fragile even. The soft, feathery slide of her hair over her shoulder makes me so achingly aware of the scent that stems from her throat. Still, I try to touch her as if she’s breakable. The rough pads of my scarred hands move over her unbroken pale skin, gingerly caressing it. Devonry shrinks away from the touch. Flecks of gold reflect in her gaze, glimmering like small gems in the ocean of her irises. Her eyes are wide as she watches me. In turn, I force myself to curl my fingers into my palms, the long sharp nails protruding from my fingertips digging into me. With my back against the stone wall, all I see is her. The thick scent of soil further within the cave disappears until the pinpoint of my vision is centered only on the one in front of me. Hunger. Denial. Rage. Pain. I feel it all and it wraps its claws around me, stabbing deep and reminding me of the promise I made to her father. Even so, I cannot refute that this is what I’ve always wanted. Her. Just her. A growl rumbles from the primal thing inside of me, the part of myself I try to keep caged but am so greatly failing at hiding now. The noise tumbles over my lips, every part of me that is human only a breath away from being gone. My chest heaves with the intensity of each inhale and exhale. Dangerous. I’m everything I’ve sworn to protect her from. I want her. Gods above, I need her. Crave her. I fear that I’ll take her whether or not she truly wants this.
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