Fate's Cruel Irony

He’s danger wrapped in muscle, magic, and a mouth made for sin…
And I’m the complication he didn’t plan for.

I wanted a quiet life.
Instead, I got a sword-swinging alpha with no social skills… and a smirk that should be illegal.

Rhonan walked into town like he’d fallen out of a fantasy novel: leather armor, broadsword, and enough attitude to start a bar fight with a mailbox.

I asked him if he got lost on the way to a LARP convention.
Spoiler: he didn’t know what that meant.

Now everywhere he goes, trouble follows.
And when he touched me, something ancient woke up.

My skin glowed. My instincts snapped awake.

Fight or flirt? My body picked both.
I picked fight—his ego doesn’t need the help.

And my whole life? A lie.

Turns out I’m not human.
Not even close.

And the enemies who’ve hunted my bloodline for generations?
They just realized I’m still breathing.

He’s the last thing I wanted…
And the only reason I’m not already dead.