Kiss. Kill. Mate.

She was supposed to poison him. Instead, he made her his.
Lucy Ashwood was once a proud Beta-now, she's nothing but an Omega disgrace, stripped of her title, unprotected, and punished for defying her Alpha Valen. But he isn't done breaking her. Not yet.
He dresses her in silk and delivers her to the cursed Dire Prince with a wicked promise:
"This is Lucy. She'll serve you... fully."
Cassian Vale is a myth. Scarred, reclusive, too powerful to control-and far too perceptive.
"She's afraid," he murmurs. "But there's another scent clinging to her. Something hot. Tempting."
The seduction is supposed to be a trap. Lucy is meant to get close, pour the poison, and disappear. But nothing goes as planned.
"Do you lie to everyone," he asks, "or just to me?"
"Depends on the day."
He drinks the wolfsbane willingly-then pulls her into a kiss so raw, it blurs the line between punishment and worship.
"You're playing a dangerous game, little wolf."
"I've already lost it."
What begins as a setup turns into obsession. The bond snaps into place. And suddenly, Lucy isn't just a spy-she's his.
"You taste like the death of me," he growls. "But I still want more."
And if Valen tries to take her back?
Cassian will burn the world for her.