Her Fate is Sealed: Target of the Vengeful Beast King

PREFACE:

In a world filled with various species-werewolves, vampires, fae, witches, humans, and more-the Urekai stood apart as one of the most powerful of them all.

And to tell you a little about them, you should know, like werewolves, they could shift into beast form. Like vampires, they drank blood. And moved unnoticed among humankind.

The Urekai lived long, near-endless lives with memories stretching across centuries. Possessing a heightened sense of sight, smell, and hearing, they were also known for their intense passions.

But for all their strength and pleasures, meeting their soulmate, or even a compatible match, was incredibly difficult. Yet many held onto hope of one day finding a mate destined for them.

Should you cross them, remember this well: their memories are eternal, their grudges immortal. To provoke a Urekai is to seal your fate, for they never forget.

And they always collect.

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PROLOGUE

FIVE YEARS AGO.

Urekai land: Vallen Falls, Urai.

LORD REVANDREL CEL'THEREN

Of the many slave holes I own scattered across the city, Neked Den sits most special to me above the rest.

My goal is to make it the largest, most renowned, and most profitable pleasurehouse in all Urekai lands and far beyond its borders.

So, here I was, stepping out of my carriage surrounded by my sentinels, making my way into Pleasur'io-the largest slave holes in the city. For now.

Bass-heavy music blasted from above as I entered, the smell of sweat, smoke, and sultriness assaulting my senses.

Males shouted, maidens danced, and laughter spilled through the floors.

Eyes followed me, but they got my perpetual black scowl in return. That alone sent the message clearly: do not come close.

If I were here for pleasure, I might have bothered to look more approachable. But I was not, so I did not.

We took the private corridor, bypassing the mess and music.

Vincent Loran, my ever-efficient overseer, moved ahead as we neared the secured wing, stopping in front of the guards stationed at the grand double doors.

"We would like to see Merchant Lord Jolan Kolls," Vincent said evenly.

The guards gave us the once-over, unimpressed. "Do you have an appointment?" one asked.

"We do not," Vincent replied.

The broader of the two crossed his arms. "Then you will have to return another day. Our master meets strictly by appointment."

Vincent held his eyes. "Tell your master, Lord Cel'theren is here to see him."

Recognition dawned instantly, their eyes shooting wide as they looked at me.

Both snapped into immediate bows so deep their noses nearly scraped the floor.

"My lord! Forgive us, we had no idea-"

"It is an honor, truly-"

Their overlapping voices gave me a headache.

The other guard tried to speak above the broader one. "I will go in there immediately and announce your-"

"Never mind." I moved past them. "I will do it myself."

They practically stumbled out of my way. I grabbed the doors, pushing them open hard enough to shake the