Witchfire Crowned by the Vampire King (Witchfire Series)

The mate mark blazes on my skin, staking his claim before I ever say yes.
I’m the kingdom’s untamed witch—wrong blood, wrong magic, and now tangled with the dark, immortal alpha every palace shadow fears.
His eyes follow me everywhere, all ancient hunger and command. Every glance burns, a silent promise of power and possession.
He shields me from daggered courtiers and the monstrous things that hunt in the night, always whispering that my stormy magic belongs with his.
Old bloodlines awaken. Ley lines surge beneath my feet. My magic sings for him, and the more I resist, the brighter the mate mark glows.
Assassins circle. Cassian—my dominant, dangerous vampire king—bars every door, every escape.
He calls me his queen, his equal, his fated mate, even as the world demands I kneel, not rule.
Power calls to power. My witchfire threatens to ignite the palace, the realm—everything.
Tonight, the realm demands a new law written in blood, magic, and desire.
He waits in the shadows, arms open, the future of two worlds pulsing between us.
If I accept, we’ll burn down every rule they shove between us.
If I turn away, the realm will shatter.
I can already taste the heat of power and silk and fangs, and the legend we’re about to become—
Unstoppable. Unbreakable. Forever marked.