Dark Viking's Cursed Bride

He was supposed to let me drown.Instead… he claimed me.Born under a blood moon, I've spent my entire life as a curse.Feared. Hated. Untouchable.At twenty four, my village finally decides my fate—a sacrifice to the sea.But the waves never take me.He does.Ragnvald.The most feared Viking Jarl of the North.Ruthless. Cold. Untouchable.He buys me like property. Calls me his bride.Says I belong to him now.He doesn't know what I am.Doesn't understand the rot in my blood…or the danger of touching me.But when he does—he doesn't die.He burns.Now I'm trapped in the halls of a man who looks at me like I'm both a weapon… and something he refuses to live without.He thinks he owns me.I think he might destroy me.And yet… every time he touches me,I start to wonder if the curse isn't meant to kill him——but bind me to him.Forever.