Saltbound and Bloodsworn

“Even if your blood didn’t flow through my veins from our binding,” he began, his voice low and throaty as if his touch ignited something in him too. He licked his lip and her gaze tracked the movement. “Even if I weren’t of alpha blood with a powerful wolf…” His face lowered until he was only a hairsbreadth away from kissing her. “I would still be able to hear your heart from across the room and know your words are dripping with lies.” Isla gasped and yanked away from his touch. “I’m not lying!” she yelled in desperation. The Mate Killer sighed and shook his head again. “It doesn’t matter nonetheless.” He turned away, the towel around his waist hanging precariously low. “What doesn’t matter?” she asked, following after him. “Just let me go.” “I can’t,” he said, digging through a bag of clothes. “You can’t or you won’t?” “Either. It’s all semantics.” “Why?!” “Because I’ve made my decision.” “What decision?” “That you’re mine,” he said, his back still turned. *** Prince Sylvan of Eredhal, the Mate Killer, the man who threatens to kill her mother and destroy her kingdom. One decision to take matters into her own hands leads Princess Isla of Tridea straight into the enemy's encampment. With dagger in hand, she is ready to kill the sleeping Prince herself... Until large fingers wrap around her wrist, stopping her plan cold and sparking a connection that will lead two enemies even further into ruin. Hidden identities, a seemingly never-ending war, a man who can't take a mate, a woman who refuses to accept love from a monster, magic that cannot be controlled and a secret that threatens to tear all of existence apart... And it all hinges on them.