Captive of the Horde King (Horde Kings of Dakkar, #1)

by Zoey Draven

“You will not be my whore, kalles. You will be my queen.”

“I heard the courage in your voice before I ever saw your face. A human kalles daring to stand against the Dakkari… I was intrigued. I needed to see you. And when I saw your face, your eyes, I knew. Kakkari revealed you to me. I knew you would be my queen. You are strong and you are brave and you were loyal to your kin. That is why.”

“Nik. I took you because I wanted you for myself. I do not care that you are human. That never mattered.” “It should,” I whispered. “I told you it would’ve been easier—easier for your people to accept a queen if she was Dakkari.” “I do not want easy,” he murmured. “Nothing worthwhile is ever easy.”

I didn’t want him touching anyone else. I didn’t want him using that magnificent body on anyone else. I didn’t want him kissing or gently stroking or warming anyone else but me. He was mine. Mine alone. And it amazed me at how intense that feeling rose in my chest and held, how that feeling took shape and hardened like stone.

“Dakkari…” I started hesitantly. “They only take one mate?” His expression darkened. “Do humans take multiple? Is this something I need to consider in my future with you? Because I will never allow you to take another or so much as touch another male. Know this, Morakkari. Absolutely not. You will ensure his death if you do.”

“I felt them when I saw you. Their force and Kakkari’s force led me to you. They knew that I needed you.” My lips parted, my heart throbbing. He was just…so wonderful.

“I love you, Arokan. No matter what, I love you. I regret not telling you sooner.” He leaned his forehead against mine. His voice deepened as he said, “I love you too, my Luna, rei kassikari, rei Morakkari. I think I have from the very first moment.”