Se connecter"I carried his child. I wore his mark. But when I screamed, no one heard me." In a kingdom ruled by Alphas and silence, Elara was the perfect Omega—obedient, mated, forgotten. Married to the cruel Damon, she was forced to bear his heirs through IVF, her body reduced to a vessel, her voice buried beneath duty and shame. When her babies refused to be born, they blamed her womb. When she ran, they called her wicked. But Elara is not powerless—not really. Locked deep within her blood is a legacy older than the crown. A secret hidden beneath moonlight and lies. A storm waiting to rise. And a love—royal, forbidden, and burning—that refuses to die. Everything changes the night she saves a stranger from bleeding out in the woods... only to learn he’s Kaelen, the future king. Their bond is instant. Dangerous. Irrevocable. But when fate reunites them, Elara finds herself caught in a battle for her children, her freedom, and the truth. The twin sons thought to be Damon's? They’re Kaelen’s. The quiet Omega they cast aside? She holds the bloodline that could bring the kingdom to its knees. “The Alpha Prince's Forbidden Scent” is a haunting, romantic, and devastatingly powerful tale of rebellion, legacy, and one Omega’s fight to reclaim her voice, her power, and the love they said she could never have.
Voir plus(Elara’s POV)The cell door creaked open just enough for the shadow to slip inside. My heart seized half terror, half relief when I recognized the familiar figure crouched in the dim light.“Kaelen…” I whispered, my voice cracking.He crouched closer, careful not to make a sound. The faintest trace of moonlight caught his profile, strong, sharp, impossibly beautiful. My chest ached with a longing I tried to deny, but the exhaustion, the pain, the isolation all of it made his presence a lifeline.“I had to see you,” he murmured. “I couldn’t leave you here like this.”I wanted to reach out, to throw myself into his arms, but my wrists were shackled, and my body still ached from the council’s cruelty. Instead, I simply stayed still, letting him approach.“You’re hurt worse than I imagined,” he whispered, eyes scanning my bloodied dress and the bruises forming along my thighs. His hands hovered over me for a moment, and I could feel the
(Elara’s POV)The shadow lingered just beyond the faint light, and I dared not move. My wrists throbbed where the silver cuffs bit into my skin, but all I could think of was the presence before me. Powerful. Familiar. Impossible.A whisper, barely audible, floated across the cold stone.“Elara…”I froze. My breath hitched. The voice soft, deliberate, threaded with concern made my chest tighten in a way I hadn’t felt in days. I wanted to leap forward, to grab him, to feel the warmth of him beside me, but instinct told me to wait. Wait. Observe. Protect yourself.The chains rattled lightly as I shifted. My power hummed, instinctively reaching, sensing the presence in the darkness. My heartbeat synchronized with the energy that radiated from him strong, protective, steady.Kaelen.I had barely allowed myself to hope. After the council’s betrayal, after Clara’s gloating, after Damon’s cold indifference, I hadn’t let anyone
(Elara’s POV)The door slammed behind me, the iron echoing like a death knell. Darkness swallowed everything immediately the smell of damp stone, the chill biting through my bloodied dress, and the sharp tang of iron in the air. My wrists ached where the silver cuffs bit into my skin, but the cold was worse. It crept into my bones and settled there, heavy, unyielding.I stumbled forward, the chains clinking with every step. The guards had gone before I even had a chance to call out. Alone. Truly alone.I sank to the floor, the rough stone cold against my bloodied thighs. I pressed my hands to my belly, fingers brushing against the damp fabric and sticky warmth. The babies kicked small, desperate movements that made me ache with fierce love. They are still here. They are still alive.I leaned my forehead against the wall, pressing into the unforgiving stone. My breaths came fast and shallow, my body trembling, my thoughts racing. Wh
(Elara's POV) I reached down, fingers trembling, I wanted to confirm… and I did. Warmth. Wet. I lifted my hand. Blood. Fresh. Bright. Spreading. My white dress—chosen so carefully, so quietly, to look soft, pure, to make the council see me as something other than tainted—was ruined. The scarlet stain bled through the front like an accusation, like a warning, like a curse. I had wanted to look like the innocent one. Now I just looked... broken. I clutched my belly, breath shallow, hands slick, too afraid to move, too afraid to not move. And Clara… She stood there. Looking right at me like she saw nothing. “Oh dear,” she said with mock sympathy, her voice syrupy and cold. “So sorry, but your trial’s been rescheduled.” My ears rang. What? She stepped closer, smiling like she’d just won a game. “It’s this morning, not tomorrow. I do hope you’re prepared… because after this trial, you might actually want to run.” She grabbed my arm. I didn’t resist. I couldn’t. I couldn’t
(Elara's POV)The forest was humming.Not with wind. Not with birdsong. But with something older—a pulse beneath the earth, like a second heartbeat I’d forgotten how to hear.I was barefoot, dressed in white. The trees whispered as I passed them, their leaves shifting like murmuring mouths. The moo
(Elara's POV)His arms were around me, strong and shaking, pulling me back from the edge like his soul had bled to reach mine.I don’t know how long I sobbed. Long enough to empty my lungs. Long enough for the world to tilt and spin and still leave me kneeling in the hollow of myself. But Kaelen ne
(Elara's POV)It’s always when the silence settles that my thoughts start bleeding.Kaelen’s scent still lingers faintly in the sheets—citrus and pine and something unnamable, something I shouldn’t know as well as I do. He’s gone now, of course. The crown doesn’t wait. Neither does his betrothed. A
Up in this territory? Forget Blackwood’s sky. Here, it’s just a dead, washed-out gray—clouds stuck up there like they don’t remember how to let loose a single drop. The streets twist and double back, all busted cobblestones, rusted signs hanging on for dear life, and shadows that slither around lik






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