Rachella entered Prince Rykerr’s chamber slowly, her hips swaying from side to side. She knew the way he liked it. The prince was standing near the window, his hands clenched into fists, his jaw tight. His face looked like it was carved from stone, full of anger, as though he was ready to kill someone. “My prince,” Rachella’s voice came out soft and seductive. She lowered her lashes and tilted her head, her lips curving into a practiced smile. “You sent for me?” Of course she knew why she had been summoned. Rachella was Prince Rykerr’s secret. His body’s release. His first woman and, so far, the only one he touched. To others she was nothing more than a common slut, but to her own mind, she was something more—his woman. Prince Rykerr was different from other men. Since he turned eighteen, he had avoided women. Many tried to seduce him, but he kept himself clean. He believed the words of his father: “One day, you will find your fated mate.” For two years he had waited. And now, at
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