The Cursed Marriage Auctions Series by S. Alexander

I was sold as a saint—auctioned to a monster the kingdom fears to name. Lord Valarion of Bleakreach is cold, lethal, and starving, a vampiric Death-Lord bound by iron restraint. They say his touch means death. I expect him to drain me. Instead… he refuses to touch me. He keeps his distance like desire itself is a sin—like wanting me would damn us both. But when enemies come for us, I make a choice no saint is meant to make. I offer my blood freely... moreI was sold as a saint—auctioned to a monster the kingdom fears to name. Lord Valarion of Bleakreach is cold, lethal, and starving, a vampiric Death-Lord bound by iron restraint. They say his touch means death. I expect him to drain me. Instead… he refuses to touch me. He keeps his distance like desire itself is a sin—like wanting me would damn us both. But when enemies come for us, I make a choice no saint is meant to make. I offer my blood freely. The bond that ignites is dark, intimate, and irrevocable. His restraint shatters into obsession. His hunger becomes devotion. And I discover that desire isn’t corruption—it’s power. Now the crown wants me returned. They’re too late. I was never meant to be a sacrifice. I was meant to be the Death-Lord’s obsession… and the queen he would burn kingdoms to protect. less

I was sold in chains. He didn’t just win the bid—he claimed me. They call it a treaty marriage. A pretty lie wrapped in gold and obedience. But when Dragon Lord Zavros arrives at the auction, the arena trembles… and so do I. His eyes burn like molten coin. His voice is a growl that promises I’ll never belong to the crown again. Because in his volcanic stronghold—where lava runs like rivers and treasure gleams in the dark—I am the prize. Except I’m no docile bride. Zavros is cursed... moreI was sold in chains. He didn’t just win the bid—he claimed me. They call it a treaty marriage. A pretty lie wrapped in gold and obedience. But when Dragon Lord Zavros arrives at the auction, the arena trembles… and so do I. His eyes burn like molten coin. His voice is a growl that promises I’ll never belong to the crown again. Because in his volcanic stronghold—where lava runs like rivers and treasure gleams in the dark—I am the prize. Except I’m no docile bride. Zavros is cursed. His heart isn’t in his chest… it’s locked inside his hoard, a living ruby that makes him ruthless, possessive, and terrifyingly hungry. The more I resist him, the more he watches me like hunger made flesh—like he’s waiting for the moment I finally break. But the truth is worse. Fire won’t burn me. And his broken heart answers to my blood. Now enemies are coming for his hoard-heart, for his throne… and for me. And the only way to save him may be to bind myself to the monster who bought me—until the dragon’s curse shatters… and his obsession turns into something far more dangerous. Devotion. less

I was dressed in white and marched onto a storm-slick pier like a peace offering. Then the sea split open. Kaelos rose from the black water—abyss-born, beautiful, and hungry—and the crown’s “auction” became a sentence. A tide-chain snapped around my wrist. A rune-collar burned my throat. And I was dragged beneath the waves… expecting to die. I didn’t. I woke in an underwater palace lit by living stars, trapped in a kingdom of pressure and whispers... moreI was dressed in white and marched onto a storm-slick pier like a peace offering. Then the sea split open. Kaelos rose from the black water—abyss-born, beautiful, and hungry—and the crown’s “auction” became a sentence. A tide-chain snapped around my wrist. A rune-collar burned my throat. And I was dragged beneath the waves… expecting to die. I didn’t. I woke in an underwater palace lit by living stars, trapped in a kingdom of pressure and whispers. The drowned won’t stop screaming inside Kaelos’s head, driving him toward violence—until I do the one reckless thing that still feels like mine. I sing. My shaky hum turns his rage to stillness. The siren-voices quiet. And the monster who claimed me stops looking like my executioner…. …and starts looking like my obsession. Now he doesn’t want my obedience. He wants my breath. My body. My yes. And if the crown comes to take me back, they’ll learn the truth:. The sea doesn’t return what it claims—. and neither does its king. less

My name is Elowen Hart, and in the Glass Court I’m worth less than a horse. So when the auctioneer can’t sell me, they toss me to the one monster none of them dare meet his eyes—Lord Soren Briarthorne, the Thorn Lord. The king’s leash. The court’s favorite nightmare. He puts a collar on me in front of everyone… then asks, softly, if I consent. His touch is poison. His kiss is a curse that makes lovers bleed. He should be the end of me... moreMy name is Elowen Hart, and in the Glass Court I’m worth less than a horse. So when the auctioneer can’t sell me, they toss me to the one monster none of them dare meet his eyes—Lord Soren Briarthorne, the Thorn Lord. The king’s leash. The court’s favorite nightmare. He puts a collar on me in front of everyone… then asks, softly, if I consent. His touch is poison. His kiss is a curse that makes lovers bleed. He should be the end of me. Instead, the first time I lay my hand against his skin, the dead vines in his castle bloom. Now the court is watching. Waiting for him to ruin me. Waiting for me to break. They don’t understand the truth. The Thorn Lord doesn’t want to destroy me—he wants to claim me. Devour me. Keep me safe behind teeth and thorns and a vow written in blood. And the more he worships me, the more my power wakes… green and hungry and wild. Because I was never meant to be invisible. I was meant to be feared. less

I was sold at auction to a monster made of stone. Lord Aurelian of Ravenholm isn’t like the others—he doesn’t leer, doesn’t gloat, doesn’t claim me like a prize. He asks. He protects. He watches the world like a guardian carved into a cathedral… and at dawn, he turns to stone and leaves me alone with a castle full of secrets. I came to survive the Compact. Instead, my Bloodkey wakes—bright as sunlight, sharp as a blade—and suddenly I’m the one thing the crown should fear... moreI was sold at auction to a monster made of stone. Lord Aurelian of Ravenholm isn’t like the others—he doesn’t leer, doesn’t gloat, doesn’t claim me like a prize. He asks. He protects. He watches the world like a guardian carved into a cathedral… and at dawn, he turns to stone and leaves me alone with a castle full of secrets. I came to survive the Compact. Instead, my Bloodkey wakes—bright as sunlight, sharp as a blade—and suddenly I’m the one thing the crown should fear. Because I can break oaths. I can shatter bindings. And Aurelian? He’s been bound for centuries. At night he becomes flesh again—cold marble turning warm under my hands, wings folding around me like a private throne—and every careful touch feels like a vow I can’t take back. He says he won’t take what I don’t give. But I want to give him everything. The final auction is here. The Pact Stone is waiting. And if I burn this kingdom down to free my stone lord… I’ll do it with his mouth on mine and his vow wrapped tight around my heart. less