Broken by the Horde King (Horde Kings of Dakkar, #4)

by Zoey Draven

It had been her. It had always been her.

So, right then, I decided that I would make Maeva love me again. Whatever it took. I decided that I would make her my Morakkari. That I would claim her in the old way. That she would be my kassikari, my love, my mate, my queen.

It had always been her. It always would be.

She didn’t think she was capable of that love anymore? I could love her more than enough for the both of us. And I intended to.

“You’re mine, Maeva, and you always have been. Anyone can see that,” I rasped. “And I’ve always been yours. Don’t you understand that?”

This was what Laru had been trying to tell me, I realized. That I needed to put myself in situations where I might get hurt because those were the situations that were worth fighting for. For so long, I’d protected myself, building up walls, never letting anyone in.

“In case it wasn’t obvious, Maeva,” he continued, “you have my vokking heart in your hands. Lo kassiri tei.” I love you.