He feeds on blood... but he's starving for her. Elara's scent kills every vampire who gets close. Three have died trying to touch her. She doesn't mourn them—they were abusive bastards who deserved it. Kassian is the Vampire King who's been alone for nine hundred years because no omega can survive his bite. He's starving, hollow, going slowly mad from hunger no blood can satisfy. Then he catches Elara's scent. Toxic. Lethal. Absolutely intoxicating. He should die just from breathing her in. Instead, he gets hard. Kassian has been searching centuries for an omega immune to his deadly bite. Elara has been hiding her whole life from vampires she can't escape. They're perfect for each other. Deadly and desperate. He makes her an Seven days. Let him feed from her wrist, her throat, wherever she'll allow. If she still wants to leave after a week, he'll let her walk away. But Kassian knows the truth. Once he tastes her, once she feels his fangs sink deep while she comes, once she realizes he's the only vampire who can fuck her the way her omega craves—rough, possessive, dangerous—she won't be going anywhere. One bite, and she's his forever.