She thinks she can tame me with politics and protocol. I’d rather mark her with blood and bone. She’s the last heir of a crumbling noble house. I’m the monster prince they tried to erase from history. Our union was meant to be a symbol—diplomatic, clean. But the second I saw her in that crimson dress, I knew. This isn’t diplomacy. It’s fate. She swings her blade like it means something. But her body says otherwise. They call me dangerous. Unstable. Savage. Good. Because if anyone touches her again, I’ll paint this planet red. She carries my blood now. And soon, she’ll carry our heir. She wanted a future. I gave her a war crown. She’s not just my mate. She’s my strategy. My queen. My favorite war crime. Read on for bone-crowned monsters, ruined princesses, mating heat under moonlight, and a beast who doesn’t just claim—he consecrates. HEA Guaranteed!