LOGINExiled and branded barren, Jean is forced into a loveless marriage with an Alpha who wants her womb, not her heart. One forbidden night with the Alpha King changes everything. One bond ignites a war. And the child growing inside her becomes the prize two Alphas are willing to destroy kingdoms for. Now, caught between a husband who claims her body and a king who claims her bloodline, Jean must choose between submission and defiance… and this time, she refuses to be claimed at all.
View MoreJEAN'S POVFor the first few seconds, I let myself soak in the bliss, the warmth of his lips against mine.For as long as I could remember, my life had been steeped in misery.Maybe I’d long since accepted that I would forever live that way. But being so close to Seth now, and the night before, it’s hard to help myself. Then the reality hit me.“No,” I cursed under my breath, taking a step back.Everything that could go terribly wrong had happened. I’m pregnant. And the identity of the father is something I’m still trying to fathom.Seth’s eyes crinkle a little. “Jean.”I will not bind myself to a she-wolf who carries a curse.I take another shaky step, almost losing my balance. Seth moves faster, instantly reaching for me just as my knees give out.“Jean.” My mate will be flawless, and my heirs will be strong.I wasn’t flawless. Not to him anyway. And he’d been pretty clear about not wanting someone like that.Without thinking, I pushed him away, making one last desperate attempt t
SETH'S POVThe great hall was full and loud and I sat at the head of the feasting table. Agora had not stopped talking since the second course arrived and Abigail laughed at something that was not funny and let her fingers graze my arm and I did not look at her.Then the doors opened, and Jean walked in.A weight pressed against my chest. The tip of the goblet felt cold against my lips. The bitter taste of wine barely registered, even after the goblet clunked against the brown hardwood table.Agora leaned toward me. "Your Majesty the northern lords are growing restless. We need a firm response before the next moon.""We will discuss it tomorrow," I said."Tomorrow may be too late." "Then it will be too late," my jaw tightened, and I could feel the heat of the hall pressing against my shoulders.He leaned back.Abigail leaned close from my right. "You seem distracted tonight, Your Majesty.""I am not." "You have barely touched your food," she said."I am not hungry," I muttered.She
My heart hammered in my chest as I walked down the marble corridor, fingers brushing over the secret I carried so closely.“What if he denies the child?” I pressed my hand to my stomach, hands trembling. “What if he rejects me… in front of everyone?”“No, he… he won't" I said, trying to reassure myself. This child… our child… will be the bridge that connects us. He'll look at me with joy, when he hears we're creating a life together, right? Right.I was so lost in my thoughts I didn’t notice the way the corridor had gone quiet, the guards kept giving me this look that I couldn't quite understand. Was anything wrong with my appearance? Am I not to be here?Well they didn't quite bother me, I'm kind of used to these stares.Getting to the door, all my confidence seemed to just run out. I couldn’t bring up the courage to open the door. “Breathe Jean, you can do this.” My fingers hover over the handle when I hear his voice.“…the future of this bloodline cannot be compromised.”I freez
Jean’s POVI didn’t have a clue what I was walking into when I swung that door open. Maybe I was expecting the usual just Agora , alone, hunched over one of those damned ledgers, plotting, scheming, whatever it is he does when he thinks no one’s watching.But what did I walk in on? Not in my wildest or twisted imagination did I plan for this.Or maybe I did. Abigail ’s laugh. My sister laughs.It sliced right through me. Sharp, sweet, and just a little too intimate for this room my room. My legs just stopped working. I felt the air freeze as my lips turned numb.And then I saw. Really saw.Agora didn’t even bother trying to cover himself up. No panic, no swearing, not even a flicker of guilt. He just looked at me. Straight on. Those eyes were cold, unbothered, like I’d just interrupted a boring meeting instead of, you know, my sister’s hands all over his chest and her lips swollen from his kisses.Screaming seemed like a good idea. Ripping her hair out, maybe tearing his throat open






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