Pandora's Heir (The Forbidden Gate, #1)

For centuries, the women of my line have fed the Forbidden Gate, keeping Olympus sealed and the world safe.

But the Gate is cracking. And four immortal princes are waking behind it.

Dragon. Wolf. Bear. Phoenix.
Chained to the Gate I guard. Sworn enemies of my bloodline.

They whisper that I'm not a Keeper, I'm a jailer. That the gods aren't monsters, but allies. That everything I've been taught is a lie built on betrayal.

Every communion deepens our bonds.
Every touch cracks the seals wider.
Every truth they offer makes my certainty crumble.

The Keepers call me corrupted. Fanatics hunt me as the key to apocalypse. The princes call me their mate. When armies converge and the Gate screams for freedom, I'm forced to choose between my oath and my heart...

And I choose fire.

I wasn't chosen to keep the Gate closed.
I was chosen to break it.

Let the old world burn.