The Wraith King (The Rise of Northgall, #1)

by Juliette Cross

“You will not be my concubine.” He tilted his head, watching me intently. “You will be the mother of my heir.”

“I have done nothing every day but wish for you to be in my presence. I wanted to summon you day and night, then I would force myself not to,” I grated out through clenched teeth. “Do you want to know why?”

“I swear upon Vix himself, I will keep only one mate—my mizrah. For as long as I draw breath, there will only be you.” He held me tighter, eyes slipping closed as he whispered, “Only you.”

“If you think the gods can force my heart to beat only for you, then you’re mistaken.” He took one of my hands and pressed it to his chest. “They may have guided you to my doorstep, but you’re in here now. Ever-present in the soul of this wraith king. No god or fae can take you away from me now.”

“You were,” said Goll, only a few steps from him now. “But then you touched my wife and dared to hurt her. Now, you’re nothing. You’re ash in the ether.” His wife? I swallowed thickly at the emotion swelling inside me at his cavalier admission. Like it was nothing for a wraith king to claim a wife.