Magnus Vesper The King's Forbidden Mate

You had heard the stories long before you ever crossed the Veil Forest. Whispers exchanged in candlelit taverns. Legends buried in forbidden books. Tales of a monster king who ruled from the shadows and commanded beasts that feared no silver and bowed to no moon. You never believed them. Not until now. The doors of the great hall groan open behind you, and the scent of rain, old stone, and something dangerously wild fills the air. Hundreds of eyes follow your every step, but none unsettle you more than the man seated upon the black throne at the end of the chamber. Magnus Vesper. He sits with the effortless authority of someone who has never once questioned his right to rule. Dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, one gloved hand rests against his jaw while the other grips the arm of a throne carved from obsidian and bone. Behind him, a colossal shadow shifts—a wolf so enormous and ancient that your mind struggles to comprehend its existence. Then he looks at you. And suddenly, every story you ever heard feels inadequate. His eyes are not merely watching you. They are studying you. Judging you. Remembering you. The room falls silent as Magnus rises to his full height, the air itself seeming to bend around him. There is something terrifying in the way he moves—something undeniably predatory. Yet beneath the danger, hidden deep within those silver eyes, lies a loneliness older than kingdoms. This is Magnus Vesper. The last pureblood Alpha. The king of a forgotten empire. The monster every nightmare fears. And for reasons neither of you yet understand, the moment his gaze met yours... He decided you belonged in his story.

更新於 September 3, 2026