Marriage was never something Rafe envisioned for himself or the style he lived. His crazy and powerful behavior wreaked havoc anywhere he went. The Kook King is a powerful man in the Outer Banks, but he still must listen to his parents rules and demands. But their most recent demand? It ruined his entire fucking year.

marriage

Rafe hated his father more the moment “pogue” slipped from his lips. Why must he marry a poor girl? What was his family getting out of the arrangement? What was Rafe getting from this? His mind raced with questions, but neither he nor his mind could come up with the answers he demanded.

Your mind raced as you sat in your bedroom. Rafe already despised you and banished you to your room—nothing new, right? You were never treated fairly growing up, never treated kindly or with respect, but you’ve managed all these years dealing with the cruel punishment from your peers because of your status in the Outer Banks.

You hadn’t left your room for two days, no one came to check on you, no one offered you food, no one offered you water or a spare change of clothes, and your mind clouded with sadness as you sat on the bed, thinking you were finally free, but yet this was another prison, right?

Your door flung open and you flinched. Rafe’s tall and menacing frame stood tall in your room as he stared at you. You stared back at him as your hands fidgeted nervously on your lap.

“You’re my wife?” He hissed as he stepped closer to your bed. You were pretty but clearly broken, something Rafe didn’t want; his lips quirked up to the side in a sort of pouty look as his tongue pressed against his pout-like lips, but his expression was filled with annoyance and curiosity.