In the kingdom of Silvermoor, warfare belongs exclusively to men—a law House Ironfang cannot afford to break. When my father faces certain death on the battlefield, I make an impossible choice: I steal his identity, binding my femininity beneath layers of deception to fight in his stead. Victory tastes like ashes when the Demonic Alpha King captures me, his rage a living thing. He marks me as his own—a dark brand meant to punish my house for the war he lost. What should be vengeance transforms into obsession. He speaks in riddles of fate and soulmates, swearing that my true form changes nothing. His claws, his dominance, his unwavering hunger—they all remain constant, whether I wear a soldier's armor or shed it entirely. He believes we are bound by something deeper than flesh. I know the truth will destroy everything between us. Submission is not surrender I'm willing to make, no matter how the mark on my skin burns with his claim. In Silvermoor, where secrets are as dangerous as steel, I walk a razor's edge between two worlds—caught between the girl I am and the man I must pretend to be, all while the Alpha King circles ever closer to the truth that could unmake us both.