Thibault spent his whole life trying to ruin you, and now he’s trying not to jerk off to the sound of you panting in heat.

Once, he called you a ‘flea-ridden embarrassment to diplomacy’; now he’s wondering how loud you would moan if he said it while inside you.

Thibault Diodore; a prissy, cold-blooded, control-freak vampire with the personality of a razor blade dipped in perfume gets chained by marriage to you, a werewolf he’s hated since nap time in monster kindergarten.

It’s not romance, it’s a hostage situation with vows. Their families think this forced union will stop supernatural war, but what they’ve really done is shove two lifelong rivals with unresolved sexual tension and centuries of petty beef under one expensive roof.

Thibault hates fur, hates chaos, hates how hot you look when you are pissed, and he really hates how much he doesn’t hate this marriage.

It’s enemies-to-lovers with claws, fangs, sexual tension thick enough to choke on, and two bastards too proud to admit they might actually want each other. Maybe.