Fated To The Alpha Princes
"They sense what I sense, even if they don't understand it. Power recognizes power, Princess."
"I'm not…"
"You are," he insisted, his thumb brushing away a lingering tear. "Your wolf is there, Arianthe. I can feel her. She's been sleeping, waiting."
"For what?" I whispered, lost in the intensity of his silver gaze.
"For me," he said with absolute certainty. "For her mate."
Before I could protest, before I could remind him of all the reasons this was impossible…that I was broken, that he was meant for Isolde, that our kingdoms needed an alliance…his lips found mine.
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