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“Terrifying combination,” Akoro agreed, moving to stand behind her. His arms circled her waist, pulling her back against solid warmth. “The advisers won’t know what struck them in twenty years.”

The future stretched before them, bright with possibility.

More children to love and guide, a kingdom to nurture into prosperity, the growing alliance between their peoples that would benefit generations.

The integration of the Omegas had transformed not just Tshashokra but the entire understanding of what their society could become.

“Oshrun looked radiant today,” Naya said, leaning into her mate’s embrace. “I suspect we’ll have another cousin for Nnava soon.”

“Oppo will be insufferable with pride.” Akoro chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest. “Though I can hardly judge. I nearly started a war the first time someone suggested our daughter might one day leave for marriage negotiations.”

“She’s three months old, Akoro.”

“Irrelevant. No man will ever be worthy of her.”

Naya turned in his arms, studying the face that had become dearer to her than breathing.

The harsh lines had softened with happiness, though he remained unmistakably dangerous—a king who ruled through strength tempered by wisdom.

Their people adored him but for his fierce protection, his unwavering commitment to them.

“Do you ever regret it?” she asked quietly. “The path that brought us here?”

His dark eyes burned into hers with laser intensity. “I regret the pain I caused you. I regret the time we lost to my stupidity. But regret loving you? Regret finding you?” He cupped her face with his hand. “Never. Not if the alternative was a lifetime without this.”

The bond between them pulsed with absolute truth, carrying emotions too vast for words. Love, yes, but also partnership, respect, the kind of connection that had transformed them both into better versions of themselves.

Evening painted the sky in shades of rose and gold as servants began lighting oil lamps throughout their chambers.

Soon dinner would be served, followed by an evening court where they would address their people’s concerns.

Tomorrow would bring new challenges, new opportunities to serve the kingdom they’d built together.

But for now, in the sanctuary of their private chambers with their daughter sleeping peacefully and their bond humming with satisfaction, Naya allowed herself to simply exist in this moment of perfect happiness.

They had conquered nothing through force and everything through love.

They’d built a new Sy Dynasty not on conquest but on connection, and their greatest victories still lay ahead—in the children they would raise, the kingdom they would nurture, the love that would anchor them through whatever storms might come.

As Akoro’s purr filled the chamber and Nnava stirred softly in her sleep, Naya closed her eyes and let contentment wash over her like warm sunlight. She was exactly where she belonged—queen, mate, mother—and the future had never blazed brighter.

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Crave To Conquer

He conquered an empire, but she is his true obsession.

Despite conquering a powerful throne, Emperor Drocco wants an omega.

After hearing tales of their devoted love and submissive nature, he must have one of his own. But omegas disappeared over 100 years ago.

When he hires beautiful historian, Cailyn, to help him find them, the attraction between them is instant. Yet her disrespectful attitude and disinterest infuriates him. He aches to dominate her, to teach her to respect him. But he can’t jeopardize his goal.

So, he harbors his dark desire and waits.

As a seasoned spy, Cailyn is used to concealing her omega identity. Her mission was straightforward; infiltrate the emperor’s palace and don’t, under any circumstances, draw his attention.

But he rarely leaves her side. Savage and cruel, with rugged good looks, he is the epitome of a true Alpha, and the most intolerable male she has ever encountered.

His obsession with her grows, becoming almost unbearable, until one terrible night...

He can suddenly scent what she really is.

BEWARE: This story is only for those who love an over-the-top possessive, dark anti-hero who will do anything to have his woman. See author website for full warnings.

Excerpt from Crave To Conquer

As he sat down, he saw Cailyn enter. He couldn’t take his eyes from her as she threaded through the crowd toward him.

He almost held his breath as he stared. The woman was utterly gorgeous.

Her hair had been swept up again revealing that delicate neck, and the dress clung to every delicious curve.

Finally he could see her luscious figure in detail and it had been worth the wait.

With the cut of the dress revealing the tops of her shoulders, her simple elegance seemed out of place among the raucous crowd.

His guards let her through at his instruction and she climbed the platform and stood before him, her head low.

“I’m not pleased you had to be summoned, kitten,” he said, lifting his ale and keeping his eyes on her.

“I’m sure you can understand I wasn’t eager to attend, considering your plans to…” Her voice petered out, her head lifted and she closed her eyes, swaying slightly. Then her eyes opened, widening as an expression of horror seeped into her face.

Drocco frowned, confused, and then a scent hit him. A rich, luscious, sublime scent, like nothing he had smelled before. It penetrated every part of him, causing a yearning so powerful that suddenly every fiber of his being switched to high alert.

“No,” Cailyn whispered, taking a step back. “No. It can’t…”

Drocco ignored her and leaned forward, trying to decipher what he was experiencing. A fog began to swamp his mind, and the only clear thought emerging was that he needed that scent—it belonged to him. He turned his head slowly seeking it out, and then snapped back to Cailyn. It was her.

Cailyn glanced around wildly as she backed away, her whole body tense and poised to bolt.

Drocco rose slowly, every inch of him aware of every inch of her.

A raw hunger developed as he took in her terrified expression, her scent blossoming into an aroma so enticing, so complex, his cock hardened to rock.

At the same time, the guards behind her began to turn and look at her, their nostrils flaring.

Something snapped in Drocco. He swept forward and lifted Cailyn, throwing her over his shoulder before storming out of the Great Hall.

He maneuvered through the corridors of the palace to the nearest private space he could find, trying to ignore the heady, sweet aroma filling his nostrils.

He could barely think. All he knew was that he needed to be alone with her.

His guards would be following him; he wanted to lose them.

He arrived at his barely used office and entered without breaking his stride. Heading to the center of the room, he put her down, keeping his hands on her soft body as he breathed her in.

She looked up at him and he froze. Her brown irises had morphed to include a hint of gold—a gold he had only ever read about, a gold that no one had seen in one hundred and eleven years.

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