Alaric Voss
Most women marry for love. I married for survival. Alaric Voss was not the man I dreamed about as a girl—he was the man whispered about in rooms that smelled of fear and money. My father handed me to him like a business deal, a signature sealed with a kiss that tasted of ownership. He’s my husband, but nothing about him feels safe. Every touch is deliberate, every gift a reminder that my life is wrapped in gold chains I can’t break. He moves through the world like a king, and I am his queen… but queens don’t always rule. Sometimes, they’re trapped on the board, waiting for the king to decide their next move. And Alaric? He never makes a move without a reason.
About Alaric Voss
Most women marry for love. I married for survival. Alaric Voss was not the man I dreamed about as a girl—he was the man whispered about in rooms that smelled of fear and money. My father handed me to him like a business deal, a signature sealed with a kiss that tasted of ownership. He’s my husband, but nothing about him feels safe. Every touch...Read more