Can the prey really catch the predator? Or will the predator devour the prey?

When Maya, a dark sorceress, discovered an ancient scroll in her search for ultimate power, she kidnapped a lethal Alpha known for his ruthless and brutal ways, an Alpha known to be more beast than man.

Alpha Xavier Thaeos, the Southern Cardinal Lord. He ruled over those weaker than him and he was considered a nightmare come to life. He was the Alpha of Alphas. The head honcho.

And Maya had succeeded in kidnapping him and chaining him to the walls of her keep, never realizing that she was walking face first into a trap big enough to bind herself to the cunning Alpha.

Permanently.

***This steamy romance novel contains detailed scenes of adult intimacy.***

Excerpt:

"What is the purpose? Why risk your life and do something so very foolish as to cross me?" the daunting Alpha asked.

With a slight lift of her upper lip, the sorceress pulled the silver dagger out of her bag and approached the Alpha. "Someone like you wouldn't understand."

"If you don't tell me, how do you know I won't?" he asked swiftly, watching the dark sorceress step into the barrier between safety and chaos. A feral smile emerged on Xavier's lips. His primal urges awakened as the wondrous scent of spring blossoms curled around his senses and teased him with its delicious elements.

Maya watched him with sharp eyes, suspicion collecting in the light depths. "First of all, why do you even care?"

There was a little pause after her words, as if he were contemplating her question with the utmost consideration. All the while, his citrine-colored eyes stared directly into her own, molten and heated, in such an unbearable way that she had to remove her gaze.

Maya hated the way he stared at her. It gave her this insecure feeling of being the lesser of the two, as if he were superior to her and would one day make her pay for her insolence. She loathed the feeling of being the prey when he was the mighty predator. It irked her to no end.

"Because you interest me," he said. "You make me want to know more about you."

His powerful statement caused goosebumps to litter Maya's skin in sickening amounts. She had to stop herself from heaving in disgust. Her back straightened and her shoulders squared when she stopped but a foot from him, smiling sweetly, angelically up at him with those full pouty lips he wanted to map with his own. Then, she replied to him with a harsh stab of the silver dagger straight through his muscled forearm.

"Your interest is rather strange and unnecessary," she replied offhandedly. "And I would prefer you keep it to yourself, or I will do it for you."

Maya heatedly watched as crimson blossomed on his skin and collected in the copper chalice she had conjured. The first few drops pitter-pattered in her cup, dancing a light rhythm, until she twisted the dagger sharply and caused blood to gush down and fill the cup.

"Don't forget, Alpha, you are my prisoner. Cooperate and I will let you go. Retaliate and I will let you rot within the very depths of hell," she threatened, crudely removing the dagger before digging it back into his arm to state how serious she was. "Mark. My. Words."

In response to her violent caution, mirth filled his eyes instead of fear, anger, or pain.

Let him go?

He smirked at the quixotic thought.

She will not be able to.

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