Three Kings Kneel for My Touch

At an auction, someone pays three hundred bucks for a werewolf as a "pretty toy." The werewolf escapes, bleeding, and collapses on the floor of a woman named Isabella. Before she can make sense of any of it, a vampire is already standing in front of her, warning her to step back. The werewolf pushes back—she's not his. The two of them are seconds from tearing each other apart when Isabella shouts at them to stop. Something stirs inside her. She doesn't know what it is, but they feel it. The snarling cuts off. The room freezes. Right then, an elf walks in and tries to pull her away, nearly shattering the fragile stillness. In that chaos, a bond quietly forms—none of them asked for it, but all of them are already caught inside it.

The hunters give them no time to breathe. They come with machines that even Sebastian's blood can't cut through. Isabella is pushed past a boundary she never knew she had, and her latent power tears loose—disorienting, uncontrollable, dangerous to everyone near her. In the aftermath, Eric finds the survivors of his pack. His uncle didn't just steal the throne; he sold their kin to the hunters, hollowing them out and turning them into weaponized monsters. Eric gathers what's left of his wolves and storms back into the wastelands. Isabella follows them there. Eric claws toward years of buried humiliation.

But reclaiming the throne is only the beginning. Sebastian's blood curse starts to backfire. Lynn—the elf who has always silenced his secrets—discovers that his family has hunted celestial descendants for generations. Isabella isn't just caught between species anymore. She is the prey her own ally's bloodline has been bred to hunt. A mission of revenge splinters into a conspiracy vast enough to swallow every race, and the four are forced to face it together.