Burning Her Beautiful by Wynter Raven

She was supposed to be a sacrifice.

I chose her for the altar — warm, breathing, defiant. A mortal girl with eyes like shattered emerald and a spine that refused to bow.
And now I can’t breathe without her.
Every step she takes inside my citadel rewrites the laws I was born to enforce. Every look, every refusal, every breath she dares to take in my presence drags me deeper into obsession.
I’ve crushed rebellions for less.
But her? I let her speak. I let her fight. I let her live.
And when the king demanded her heart, I nearly tore the court apart to protect it.
She’s in my chambers. In my blood. In my rune-marks. And if anyone touches her, they’ll learn what kind of storm answers to me.

She was meant to die in my arms.
But now?
She polishes my horns before bed.

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