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When she opened her eyes, Caspian was watching her with an expression she couldn't read.

Alpha Nocturne’s Contracted Mate Subtitle: A Shifter Romance Logline: To save her pack from ruin, a disgraced omega signs a cold contract with the most feared vampire lord of the Nocturne Court—only to discover that his terms demand her blood, her loyalty, and eventually, her heart. Prologue: The Bloodied Seal Lyra Vance had never seen a vampire up close. The stories painted them as gaunt, pale specters—creatures of bone and shadow who drank life from the willing and the weak alike. But as she knelt on the cold obsidian floor of the Nocturne Throne Room, the Alpha of all Vampires looked nothing like a specter.

"Do it," she whispered.

She paced the length of the room, her bare feet silent on the fur rugs. The contract thrummed in her chest like a second heartbeat. She could feel Caspian somewhere above her, moving through the court. The bond was already sharpening her senses. His emotions bled into hers—curiosity, hunger, and something darker. Possession.

"Fine," she whispered.

She turned her back and lifted her hair.

"Why?" he asked.

Through the bond, she felt his ecstasy. His centuries of loneliness. His shock at how right she tasted.

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When she opened her eyes, Caspian was watching her with an expression she couldn't read.

Alpha Nocturne’s Contracted Mate Subtitle: A Shifter Romance Logline: To save her pack from ruin, a disgraced omega signs a cold contract with the most feared vampire lord of the Nocturne Court—only to discover that his terms demand her blood, her loyalty, and eventually, her heart. Prologue: The Bloodied Seal Lyra Vance had never seen a vampire up close. The stories painted them as gaunt, pale specters—creatures of bone and shadow who drank life from the willing and the weak alike. But as she knelt on the cold obsidian floor of the Nocturne Throne Room, the Alpha of all Vampires looked nothing like a specter.

"Do it," she whispered.

She paced the length of the room, her bare feet silent on the fur rugs. The contract thrummed in her chest like a second heartbeat. She could feel Caspian somewhere above her, moving through the court. The bond was already sharpening her senses. His emotions bled into hers—curiosity, hunger, and something darker. Possession.

"Fine," she whispered.

She turned her back and lifted her hair.

"Why?" he asked.

Through the bond, she felt his ecstasy. His centuries of loneliness. His shock at how right she tasted.