The Lycan Prince’s Silent Bride
Karinateiframed and forgotten, the heiress came back from ashesmated in the shadow of my sisterthe returned heiress who never fit intaken by my stepfather novel
a fraud, a pawn, a wife by necessity, nothing more.
But the moment I stepped out, the walls I had just managed to put up again.. cracked.
Because she was there.
Standing in the middle of my chamber as though she belonged, her pretty figure bathed warmly in the firelight.
The human girl who claimed to be Dahlia..
Her raven black hair fell loose around her face from its neat binding. A white bandage was wrapped around her head where the wound lay, but it didn’t hide the delicate line of her face. She wore a simple cream-colored tunic, loose at the sleeves, the hem brushing just above her ankles.