The Manticore’s Human Queen by S.R. Meadows

She was supposed to be another soft human plaything.

A ward in an elven fortress.
Beautiful. Fragile. Mine to despise.
Until she slipped into my cage.
Fed me. Healed me. Looked at me like I was still a man beneath the monster.
Now I’d burn her world to keep her.
I broke their chains with my bare hands.
She broke the ones inside me.
Her touch rewrote my instincts — no longer to kill, but to claim.
I’m not the hero who saves her.
I’m the beast who crowns her queen.
She thought she freed a prisoner.
She woke a god.

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