Bloodbound To My Four Archenemies.

Everyone believes Nyx’ara is a murderer and it wouldn’t be the first time she would be branded as one.

3 years ago, she was robbed of her freedom for a crime she didn’t commit, and by the time the truth surfaced, she’d already lost everything that mattered.

Now history has repeated itself.

When the beloved only sister of the four Alpha Kings is found dead beneath the pack’s rooftop library, every finger points to her. There are witnesses, evidence… and there is no one willing to believe the omega with a criminal past.

Especially not the 4 men destined to hate her.

Instead of granting her a swift execution, the cursed kings sentence her to something far crueler.

To be the bearer of their heirs.

It doesn’t end there. She is trapped in a palace where every glance is a threat and every touch is a reminder of the deep rooted hatred between them.

She has only one goal: to survive long enough to uncover the truth because she knows that someone else was responsible for the princess’ death and had planted the evidence that damned her.

They wanted her to take the blame.

As the secrets surrounding the Princess’s death unravel, hatred slowly gives way to doubt… and doubt to a dangerous obsession neither side can afford.

Escape is impossible, but what is more impossible is convincing everyone that the bond between them is false.

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The throne room fell eerily silent as Nyx’ara was roughly shoved to the floor. The force of the impact made her bones protest but she did not cry out or flinch.

Not when hundreds watched and judged, just like 3 years ago.

“You may lift your head,” A deep voice suddenly said, jolting her out of her thoughts, and when she did, her breath hitched in her chest.

It was the eldest king.

He drawled; “You may speak.”

But she refused to say a word, not when she knew that her stutter would embarrass her and that there was nothing left to say to vindicate herself.

A gloved hand gripped her chin, forcing her gaze upward until she was met with the same set of golden eyes that had stolen her breath only seconds ago.

It was cold.

“You don’t look remorseful,” he murmured.

Against her wish, broken words slipped out of her mouth. They scraped painfully through her sore vocal cord, burning all the way to the tip of her tongue. “I have a-already w-wasted three years of m-my life s-suffering for a-a crime I didn’t commit.” she said,

The eldest king’s jaw tightened.

His brothers shifted uncomfortably behind him, each radiating enough Alpha dominance to suffocate the room.

“You expect us to believe you’re innocent?” One of the four asked.

She shrugged. “No.”

Her voice was quiet. Lifeless. Truth be told, she simply wanted to die.

For the first time since she walked into this room, uncertainty flickered across their faces. It disappeared almost instantly.

“The sentence stands,” one declared. “You will bear our heirs.”

His words made the room erupt in murmurs; But amidst it all, her heartbeat stumbled.

Her heart didn’t fail her because she feared them— she does. But it failed me her because she instantly understood that death would have been mercy.

This…

This was revenge.

Before the courtroom cleared out, one of the younger kings descended the dais until only a breath separated him from her.

He tilted her face toward the moonlight spilling through the stained-glass windows and murmured; “I should hate you.”

His voice was dangerously soft. It sent chills down her spine.

“So why,” he whispered, his thumb brushing the purple bruise beneath her jaw, “…why does every instinct in me tell me to protect you?”

Their eyes locked for one impossible heartbeat, but before Nyx’ara could make sense of what that meant, he let go and walked out of the room without sparing another glance at her.

She dared not look back.