Claimed by the Betrayed Beta

emmanuellatemitope15 Suspense/Thriller

"Monster..."The word still echoed in her ears, raw and broken, as Thorne's eyes dimmed beneath her trembling fingers. Yet even now, with the empire bowing at her feet and a crown of iron teeth digging into her scalp, Kyranth could not stop the tears that fell onto the cold stone floor of the throne room.She had poisoned the only man who ever looked at her like she was more than a weapon. She had torn her father's arm from his body and claimed his throne in a spray of arterial red. She had built an empire on betrayal, lies, and the tiny heartbeat growing inside her, a child born of love she destroyed before it could breathe.And still the shadows obeyed her. Still the vampires whispered promises in the dark. Still Thorne hunted her across burning borders, vowing to rip their child from her womb the moment it drew breath.Now the throne felt like a cage she built herself. Every kick from the life she carried reminded her: power tastes like ash when the only person who ever truly saw you now wants you dead.Yet she could not stop. Would not stop.Because if she let go, even for a second, the empire would devour her child, the vampires would claim her blood, and Thorne would finish what she started the night she slipped venom into his wine.So she sits on the black basalt throne, one hand cradling the swell of her belly, the other gripping a dagger that still smells of her father's blood.And she smiles into the empty hall.Because monsters do not win by being good.They win by being the last thing left standing when the screaming stops.And Kyranth Zylthar? She is only just getting started.

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