Arranged Marriage to the Vampire Lord

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Nomi English always knew her family kept secrets.
She just never expected one of those secrets to be a four-hundred-year-old blood oath sealing her fate to an immortal monster.
Lord Darius Dreymont, one of the four legendary Pure Blood Vampire Lords, arrives on her doorstep, and Nomi’s life shatters. He is cold, devastatingly beautiful, and possesses a lethal arrogance that makes it clear: she is his.
Darius doesn't want a wife; he wants a weapon. Nomi’s lineage; descended from the most reviled and powerful human hunter line, is the ultimate price, the Ancestral Payment required to secure his House's dominance against his rivals.
Violently dragged into the lethal, ancient Supernatural Sphere, Nomi wakes up inside Darius's Castle. She is surrounded by beings who despise her hunter blood, and forced under the absolute control of a vampire who commands both her life and the dark magic of his domain.
She will not surrender to her fate, even as Darius’s calculated, possessive touch awakens a thrilling submission she vows to resist.
How do you fight your own destruction when the vampire who holds the key to your life also holds the key to your darkest desires?
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His lips brushed the sensitive point just below my ear.
"Do you know what that makes you?"
"A hostage," I hissed.
"A challenge," he corrected, voice deepening into something darker. "And I do not walk away from challenges."
His grip didn't loosen. His hand slid from my jaw to my chin, tilting my head back against his shoulder so effortlessly it made my stomach drop.
"You ran," he reminded me softly. "You hid. You armed yourself with useless tools." A pause. "And still, you did not break."
"I'm not yours," I whispered, the rage flaring bright enough to burn away the fear.
A low, rumbling sound rose from his chest, something ancient and displeased.
"You were sealed to me long before you were born," he said. "You cannot undo what was written in blood."
He leaned in, his cool breath ghosting over my lips.
"You will fight," he promised. "You will resist. You will run from me again. And every time, I will catch you."
His voice was soft as snowfall, deadly as a blade.
"Because I am not your nightmare, Nomi English. I am your fate."

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