I’ve spent my whole life taking care of everyone else. Then a Demon Lord drags me to Hell and decides it’s my turn to be looked after. I’m a caretaker. Twelve-hour shifts, midnight phone calls, a jaw clenched so tight my teeth are cracking. I swallow my anger. I smile through the pain. I make it okay for everyone—even when no one makes it okay for me. Then my bedroom tears open and I land barefoot in a literal hellscape, right at the feet of the most dangerous being in existence. Wrath. Demon prince. Battle-scarred, molten-eyed, eight-foot tall, and built like a fortress with hands that could turn me to ash. But the only thing he's turning to ash are my panties... He says I’m his fated mate. He can feel my rage—the fury I’ve buried since I was eight years old. And he doesn’t want me to swallow it. He tells me to eat. To sleep. To stop smiling when I’m hurting. He writes my needs into unbreakable law. He calls me little one. He shows me how firm a Demon's discipline can be. And when he calls himself Daddy… It takes me somewhere I don't want to come back from. Wrath is a short and steamy instalove DDlg romantasy novella, starring an exhausted caretaker with a lifetime of buried rage and the Demon Lord who’ll burn Hell itself before he lets anyone break her again.