The scent was too strong. Sweet, heady, utterly suffocating. Her thoughts were becoming scattered, her skin felt too hot, her blood too fast. She leaned on a stone wall, gazing up at the stars and trying to steady herself.
Then she turned.
And slammed straight into him.
Alexander.
He froze too.
Their eyes locked, both glowing faintly in the moonlight.
The air between them was thick, magnetic, and absolutely charged. Her breath caught in her throat. His expression morphed from surprise… to horror.
"No," he whispered, stumbling back half a step.
Esterphania's mouth went dry. "Oh, hell no."
They didn't need anyone to explain it. Didn't need spells or scrolls or books.
They knew.
One look. One breath.
She was his Erasthai.
And he was hers.
Fate had just played its cruelest card.
Esterphania is a hybrid of two outcast creatures, half demon and half vampire. So when she is taken in as the princess of the lycan kingdom after her mother (demon) is murdered by vampires, she is automatically hated and internally in accepted. Especially by her new brother. Crowned prince Alexander de von Silver.
Alexander is the crowned prince of Denarel, the lycan kingdom. And for four hundred years, he hasn't found his erasthai, as werewolves may call theirs, mate. Thus he proposes to the woman he loves and decides to reject his erasthai of ever they meet. But erasthais can't be rejected, it's not an option, especially for a royal lycan like himself.