Anaya:

“Hello, little mate.”

Three sweet words, and they eviscerated the very foundation I once stood upon.

Because I’d resigned myself to a life of sadness and pain without a mate. Without love. Each day, I’d been slowly dying inside under my father’s oppressive hold—the constant pain his lies caused—while he arranged my marriage to a man I both loathe and fear.

My people turned a blind eye to this. They just didn’t care.

And yet, one look into the Wiccan King’s possessive eyes, and my world came alive with color.

In this male, I found love. Acceptance. A home.

Three things I will fight to keep. Will bleed for.

Leonardo:

Their biggest mistake was touching what is mine.

This pure and innocent soul given to me by the Gods that I treasure above all else. Above duty. Above vendettas yet to be fulfilled because nothing matters more than her happiness, and if I must eradicate an entire kingdom to protect her, so mote it be.

I wear her mark on my cock with pride. My female is the only one I’d bend a knee for.

I’M A KING.
A PROTECTOR.
I’m irrevocably tied to her until my last dying breath, and even then, I’ll still be hers.