Sometimes being a crown prince was incredible, and sometimes you were just royally screwed. The Fenrir shifters had ruled Cadmeera successfully for thousands of years and Crown Prince Raz'mar Kinsharae was determined his reign would be as successful as his father’s. Unfortunately, no king could be crowned without bonding with an omega consort, an ancient magical ritual that had to take place first, and so far none of the omegas put forward were his bond mate. The Anti-Shifter Alliance had gone from annoying protestors to cold-blooded murderers in the blink of an eye, and on top of that a human petty thief had been arrested and was demanding a royal hearing. Raz wasn’t sure his day could get any worse. Raz was about to be proved wrong.

Before the heir to the throne of Rajpur can become the emir, the law states that he must shift into his wolf in front of the sixteen assembly members, something Kamir has never been able to do. Not that Kamir ever expected to live long enough to see this day. Despised by his father for his compassion and desire to bring peace to their land, he knew that the moment another son was born to replace him, he would forfeit his life. But suddenly Kamir's father, a bully both at home and abroad, dies fighting a losing war before that could happen. Needing to protect Rajpur from his tyrannical uncle, even if it means his own death, Kamir attends the pre-coronation ceremony. Enduring a gluttonous feast of food, wine, and pleasure-slaves when his people are starving only cements how important it is that Kamir shifts so he can be crowned. Tsaria was sold by his father to a brothel when was ten years old. Now nine years later, he must gain the interest of the emir, or risk being sold at the Market of Lost Souls. He will be forced to take fever white until he becomes addicted and then he won’t care what he has to do to get his next fix. Tsaria would rather die. Neither man expects a miracle. One expects to die, and the other prefers to. But it isn’t a wolf that saves them both that day. It’s a dragon.

A world torn apart by greed. A boy bound by prophecy. A rebel who swore never to bow again. Casteel was born to muck out stables, not carry the weight of kingdoms. But when he shifts into a silver wolf—the prophesied savior whispered about in legend—he’s dragged into the spotlight as a symbol for priests who are even crueler and more corrupt than the nobles they replaced. Crowned in chains of faith and fear, he knows he is nothing more than a puppet dressed in prophecy. Nero has spilled blood for freedom, losing everything—his family, his faith, his heart—under the emperor’s greed. He has no intention of letting a boy, barely a man, undo the rebellion’s sacrifice by becoming another false idol. With his bow and assassin’s aim, Nero infiltrates the ceremony meant to crown the wolf savior… and prepares to end it with a single arrow. But when he looks into Casteel’s eyes, he doesn’t see a ruler. He sees a prisoner. Miserable, broken, and used. His hand falters, his arrow misses—and in that heartbeat, the truth strikes harder than any the boy he meant to kill is his fated mate. Now Nero must decide if destiny is another chain meant to bind him… or the only hope left to save them both.