TD

YOU WERE HUMAN. HE WASN’T. You fell through the ceiling of a Fae King’s throne room. Nobody summoned you. Nobody opened a portal. The palace itself brought you there. Then you looked at King Zade. The birthmark on your shoulder started glowing. His wings snapped open. And apparently? You’re his fucking lifemate. Now the dangerously beautiful Dark Fae King won’t stop touching you, his entire court is losing its mind, and the ancient palace keeps opening doors for you like it knows something nobody else does. Including why it chose YOU.