Hash: 0cdfef309e7e75b34a3aa9b6559d7805

The Mate I Was Meant To Hate - A Blood Moon Prophecy of Love and Ruin #972773

di Timdall Skies

TIMDALL SKIES

(Ancora nessuna recensione) Scrivi una recensione
4,49€

Leggi l'anteprima

She was raised to hate him.
She drove the knife into his chest before the bond had finished striking.

He caught her wrist bleeding, furious, and entirely too calm  and said:
"If you're going to threaten me, do it armed."

Nerissa was born under a Blood Moon over a burning valley, and the elder who raised her made certain she understood what that meant. If the bond ever comes, you do not pray. You do not hesitate. You put steel through the throat of destiny before it learns your name. At twelve, Nerissa asked what if he is stronger. The answer was a slap hard enough to ring her ears. At fifteen, she asked what if she knows him first. The answer was colder: then hate him harder.
She did both.
She spent years sharpening that hate into something clean and functional. She knew Kael Luskren's bloodline, his house, the shape of the enemy line he had been born into. She knew how long it takes a man to bleed if the heart is pierced but the spine is left whole.

She knew exactly how many breaths she would give him to understand whose name followed him into death.
She did not know, until the moment she drove the knife in and his hand closed around her wrist, that fate had spent all that time laughing.

The bond does not feel like recognition. It does not feel like warmth, or awe, or any of the pretty lies old songs tell about fated mates stepping into each other's gaze and becoming whole. It feels like a barbed hook driven through the centre of her and jerked hard enough to turn her inside out. Every nerve seizes toward him in one brutal instant.
And then, beneath it, something else opens.
Something older. Hungrier. Looking out through her senses with awful, avid interest.

Not the bond. Not exactly. Something that has been waiting beneath the bond all along and now that she stands over the heir of the enemy line with his blood on her hands and his pulse slamming through their shared connection, it has finally found what it was waiting for.

She was shaped into a weapon by people who loved her. The prophecy was built by people who needed one. Both of them pointed her at the same target and called it destiny and neither of them told her about the hunger waiting in the dark beneath the bond to feed on exactly that.

Now Nerissa is on the road with the man she just tried to kill, the bond running raw between them, the Hollow Flame beneath it growing stronger with every mile they travel toward the ancient seat that needs them both to fulfil a ritual neither of them consented to. Masked hunters with Covenant seals are tracking them. Ashmire her home, her pack, the scarred remnant of everything she was raised to protect waits ahead, and she is bringing the enemy heir through its gates.

Kael is infuriating. He is practical in a way that makes her want to break things. He moves through every crisis with a relentless calm she cannot undermine and doesn't know how to hate cleanly anymore. He tells her the truth when silence would serve him better. He says get your knife when the bond makes both of them open nerves, and means it. He does not perform power. He simply has it, and is learning, step by step, that this is not the same as knowing what to do with it.

The prophecy does not care about either of them as people. It has requirements. It has roles. It has been shaping their bloodlines for generations toward a single convergence point and it will use the bond, the Flame, and everything they were each made into to get what it wants.
Unless they refuse it.

Not heroically. Not cleanly. In the ugly, costly, unglamorous way of people who have finally understood what they were built to do and decided to be something else instead.

For readers who want their enemies-to-lovers to begin with actual violence, their fated mates to fight every step of the bond before choosing it, their heroines shaped by prophecy and sharp enough to break it and their slow burns lit so hot they leave scars before they leave warmth.
Aggiunta al carrello in corso… L'articolo è stato aggiunto

Con l'acquisto di libri digitali il download è immediato: non ci sono costi di spedizione

Altre informazioni:

ISBN:
9791224463696
Formato:
ebook
Editore:
TIMDALL SKIES
Anno di pubblicazione:
2025
Dimensione:
154 KB
Protezione:
nessuna
Lingua:
Inglese
Autori:
Timdall Skies