The Forgotten Pakhan

I ran from a monster three years ago.

Changed my name.

Buried my past.

Learned how to survive alone.

Because Aleksandr Romanov doesn’t forgive betrayal.

He executes it.

Then I found him bleeding in the snow.

Shot.

Broken.

Forgotten.

The Pakhan with gold eyes and dragon wings…

didn’t remember who he was.

And I didn’t tell him who I was either.

In my cabin, he was human.

Protective.

Mine.

He touched me like I was something worth keeping.

Then one morning… he looked at me—

and remembered.

My name.

My face.

The execution order he once signed.

Now I live in his fortress.

Under his guard.

Behind locked doors.

He says it’s protection.

I call it captivity.

He doesn’t know I’m carrying his heir.

And I don’t know which man will win—

The one who saved me…

Or the Pakhan who signed my death warrant.