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Three Kings, One prey

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 1277    |    Released on: 14/08/2026

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t money on his disagreeing with you. Do have some food now, please. You were out

t, none of the gray, overcooked fare one had to make do with or scavenge for. My stomach gave a traitorous growl. I

e room for any way out. The large arched window caught my eye, its thick glass set in dark iron and looking out over what must be a forested

's antidote. From where the palace sat on the cliff, the view was vertiginous, a sheer

indow. The ledge is no place to be, ho

he steel in it. I turned and offered her a thin smile. "My

sing look. She was too sharp t

static charge that sent a prickle over my skin and m

ad shoulders and lean muscle beneath a long coat of dark green. His black hair fell loose to his shoulders an

d was gone in an instant, t

e. Just the ser

ng no sound on the marble. He halted at the bed's foot, near enoug

rumbled. "I was conce

I whispered.

s lips returned. "I did. But yo

en to preserve a life is the first part of a claiming ritual," he murmured, his voice seductive and warm against my ear

hrow my head back to look at him. There was a hunger in hi

out in a husky whisper. "You are no ordinary woman, Feyra.

s not something I put stock in. I have already fled one

s of such ferocity, so all consuming, that the rest of the world simply fell away. He was drowning and I was the air he needed to breathe; he kissed with the cert

abric, drawing him in. A growl, low and guttural, vibrated in his chest as he deepened it, his hand tangling in my hair to claim my mouth entirely. For a while there was

rown out all else. His were swollen and he could barely contain himse

, his thumb caressing my lower lip. "I can feel yo

with no family or prospects, a runaway. And yet, held in his a

"This is too much. I have

d devotion. I will provide you with wealth, with safety, with everything, Feyra. All I ask in return is your heart." He brushed his li

n all my life and now a crown was being put in my

ime to think on i

d without him. "Then take it. But do not mistake my patience for indiffere

st look. "Seraphine will see you are properly attired for dinner at su

n between the frightened girl I was and the woman who had

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“One human girl. Three powerful kings. And a prophecy that demands she unite all three crowns-or watch their worlds burn. Betrayed by the family she trusted and left for dead beneath the sea, Feyra awakens with a power that should never have survived inside a human body. Worse, she is bound to three dangerous rulers: Arion, the King of the Deep; Cael, the ruthless Wolf King; and Salazar, the venomous Serpent King. Each of them wants her. Each of them would destroy anyone who threatens her. But as Feyra's connection to the three kings grows stronger, so does the danger surrounding her. A vengeful baron hunts her, a corrupt pod of Merfolk hides deadly secrets, and a rival pack is willing to spill blood to stop the prophecy from coming true. Arion pulled her against the hard, salt-damp plane of his chest, and for one suspended moment, even the sea seemed to fall silent. "You belong to the deep," he rasped against her throat. His webbed fingers traced the frantic pulse beneath her skin, lingering there as if he could feel every secret racing through her veins. "To the tide. To me." Feyra arched beneath his touch, her body remembering him even while her mind fought against the claim. The bond between them burned fiercely, but she could feel the other two as well-distant and restless. Cael's possessive fury. Salazar's dark, venomous hunger. "And to them," she whispered. Arion stilled. Feyra lifted her chin, meeting his gaze with a defiance that refused to die. "But I am not yours to keep." His laugh was low and ancient, like thunder gathering somewhere beyond the horizon. He lifted her effortlessly, and the water rose around them, cool against her heated skin. "Then let them watch," he murmured.”