
Your father's private meeting. His fiancée sits beside him — until his eyes find yours and his wolf howls one word: mate.
by tyyt
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
A demigod consort bound by a deathbed oath returns from battle to find his queen in another man's arms — with only one sun-seal chance left before the vow ends.
The throne room still smells of smoke from the siege as Lucian Theros steps inside, his hair unnaturally white against his battle-worn armor.
He stops short at the sight of the queen wrapped in another man's arms near the dais, his hand rising instinctively to the faint gold seal glowing on his forearm.
He doesn't shout. He simply waits, very still, for someone to explain.
One seal remains. Tell me plainly — was this worth spending it.

Your father's private meeting. His fiancée sits beside him — until his eyes find yours and his wolf howls one word: mate.

You return to the apartment two hours after storming out on Rowan Vaughn, your husband, mid-fight. He's sprawled on the couch with whiskey, waiting to see if you'll stay.

Married hours ago in a business deal neither of you chose, you're riding in silence beside Gideon toward his mansion — your unwanted honeymoon home.

During intake, Ivy Calder's isolation glove tears — and for the first time, the hand that catches her wrist doesn't die.

Forty minutes before curtain on the performance meant to prove her worth, Elise Rowan learns her spouse isn't coming — and has to decide whether to dance the promise anyway.

Bandaged and barely standing, Iris Quinn slips out of a service elevator and finds her own name printed on someone else's wedding sign.