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MY HUSBAND HUNTS MY KIND

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"The safest place in the world is in his arms. The deadliest place in the world is in his bed." Seraphina is the Great Queen, the undisputed sovereign of the demons. For centuries, she has ruled with a heart of ice, but to save her crumbling clan from extinction, she must infiltrate the human world and find a legendary relic. Her cover? A shy, soft-spoken noblewoman named Sera who catches the eye of the empire’s most terrifying figure: Lord Alistair Thorne. The wedding was a masterpiece of political maneuvering. But on their wedding night, Sera discovers a secret that turns her blood to ash. Her handsome, cold-eyed husband isn't just a High Lord—he is the Grandmaster of the Silver Order, the legendary Demon Hunter who has slain thousands of her kind. He is the man her people call "The Soul-Eater," and he has sworn an oath to decapitate their entire clan. Mating with a Hunter is more than a sin—it’s a biological betrayal. In the demon world, a Queen’s soul is bound to her clan; to share her bed with their greatest enemy would weaken her magic and mark her as a traitor. Now, Sera lives a double life of absolute terror: By Day: She is the elegant Lady Thorne, navigating a manor filled with holy water, silver blades, and elite hunters who would kill her if she even bled in front of them. By Night: She is a desperate wife, weaving a web of increasingly frantic excuses to avoid the "consummation" that would reveal her demonic mark. Alistair is patient, but he isn't a fool. He senses his wife’s trembling and her distant gaze. He attributes it to fear, but his desire is growing into an obsession. As he tightens his grip on the demon insurgency—unknowingly hunting his own wife’s generals—he becomes determined to claim the woman he married. How many headaches can one woman have? How many "faintings" can a husband endure before he starts investigating the shadows in his own bedroom? In a game of cat and mouse where the bedroom is the battlefield, who will draw blood first: the man who hunts monsters, or the woman who leads them?
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