From being rejected by a pack Alpha, to getting claimed by his cousin, the crowned Prince! The last thing six-times rejected Alina expected after journeying to form an Alliance by marriage was to get abducted after being rejected again. Fate wasn’t done fucking with her yet because she comes across her fated mate– a powerful alpha prince, who surprisingly accepted her unlike her past mates. An unwanted freak. A powerful prince who might even be cursed. A forbidden match. But what is Alina supposed to do when her mate refused to reject her and made her into his mistress? While also being engaged to a high class princess at that. Just how is Alina gonna survive in this whirlwind of a story. Find out!
Lihat lebih banyakAlina's POVThe dream was vivid.It started gently—warmth, safety, the scent of cedar and rain wrapping around me like a second skin. I was on Damien’s bed, curled against his broad chest, the rhythmic rise and fall of his breathing lulling me into peace. His fingers lazily brushed my arm, his breath tickling the shell of my ear.Then everything shifted.The warmth turned molten. His touch grew bold—no longer casual or comforting, but possessive and electric. My breath hitched as his mouth brushed over my collarbone, lips trailing lower with an unrelenting hunger. His voice—gods, his voice—was low and sinful, murmuring my name like a prayer and a curse.“Alina…”I gasped as his hands slid down my waist, tugging me closer, pressing me against him like he wanted to mold me into him.I was burning.I moaned softly—shamelessly—as he whispered things into my skin. Things that made my stomach clench and my pulse flutter. Words I shouldn’t want to hear. Words no one had ever dared say to me
Alina’s POV“So… are you hungry?”Damien’s voice came from beside me, deep and smooth, and for a moment I forgot how to respond. I had barely recovered from our earlier conversation about his brother, and now he was talking about food like we hadn’t just dissected centuries of family drama.“A little,” I admitted, glancing at him.“Good. We’ll eat soon. But before that…” He straightened and looked me up and down, not in a suggestive way, but in a way that made me feel suddenly… exposed. “We need to go shopping.”My brows furrowed. “Shopping?”“You need clothes,” he said, matter-of-fact. “You’re not going to keep walking around the palace looking like one of the maids.”My mouth fell open in protest. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”He cocked a brow at me. “You look like a lost kitchen servant.”I gasped dramatically. “Well, thanks.”He smirked. “You’re my mate. I want you to dress like it. You’re practically royalty now.”I blinked at him. “That’s not how this works. I don’t need
Alina’s POVI stared at the arm Darius offered, my fingers twitching slightly at my side. Every instinct in me said to be polite, to smile and accept—because it was the eldest prince, because he’d been kind, because refusing tea could somehow be an offense in a place where etiquette ruled like law.But another voice—one deeper, sharper—was whispering Damien’s name in my mind.Don’t trust them.Darius’s smile hadn’t faltered. His posture was relaxed, patient even, but the way he was watching me told me he didn’t expect to be refused.“I... appreciate the invitation,” I began, voice careful, “but I’ve had quite the long day. Maybe another time?”His brows lifted slightly. “Another time?”I nodded. “A rain check?”He tilted his head, amusement dancing in his eyes. “You’re turning me down, Lady Alina?”“I’m not saying no,” I clarified quickly. “Just… not right now.”“You wound me.” His voice was teasing, but there was something else beneath it—an edge, quiet and smooth, like a knife hidden
Alina’s POVI didn’t go back to my room.I don’t know why—I just kept walking. Maybe it was the leftover tension in my chest from that moment with Damien, or maybe it was Blair’s voice still ringing in my ears like an off-key bell. Whatever it was, my feet refused to carry me back to the quiet stillness of my room.Instead, I wandered.The palace was massive, almost labyrinthine. Every hallway branched into another, and it didn’t take long before I realized I was thoroughly lost. But oddly enough, I didn’t mind. The high ceilings, gold-trimmed windows, and the faint scent of roses and polished stone were strangely calming.I turned a corner and nearly collided with a maid carrying a stack of folded linens.“Oh! I’m so sorry!” I stepped back quickly.The maid blinked in surprise but gave me a smile. “No harm done, miss.”Another maid peeked from a nearby doorway, then another, until there were three of them clustered around me like curious little birds.“You’re the guest, aren’t you?”
Damien’s POVBlair’s voice was the kind that cut through even the thickest tension; high, sugary, and utterly grating.“There you are,” she said, as if she hadn’t planned the interruption with surgical precision.I didn’t move right away. Alina was still right behind me, her scent faint but maddeningly real, the kind of thing that curled around your lungs and refused to let go. I could feel the heat of her body from where I’d just pulled back. My skin still remembered the moment. The closeness. Her breath on my throat.And then Blair had to show up.She smiled up at me like nothing was out of place, but her gaze flicked to Alina, a half-second too long, a little too sharp, and I knew immediately: she wasn’t just here to find me. She’d come to pry.Again.“I’ve been looking everywhere,” she said, slipping her arm through mine like it belonged there.I didn’t pull away, but I didn’t grip her back either.“We were talking,” I said, tone clipped.“I can see that,” she replied, sweetly. H
Alina’s POVI didn’t know who they were. I swear I didn’t.The moment the taller man laughed and Damien’s name slipped from his mouth, my stomach dropped. I turned to the one who had smirked at me like I was some amusing pet, and recognition hit too late, both of them bore that same predatory sharpness Damien did around the eyes. His brothers.Of course.And I’d just threatened to throw fruit at their faces.“...They’re your brothers?” I asked, my voice tighter than I wanted it to be.Damien raised a brow as if I’d just asked him if the sky was blue. “Obviously.”I winced, clutching the half-eaten apple a little tighter. “Right. Obviously. Well, I, uh…” I turned briefly to the two still standing there, both watching me with a mix of amusement and curiosity. “I apologize. For the apple. And the… threats.”They both laughed again, and Damien sighed. Without another word, he reached out, took my wrist, not roughly but firmly and pulled me along with him.We walked in silence through the
Damien’s POVThe silence between me and my father stretched like a taut string, threatening to snap. I stood before him in the private council chamber, the one he reserved for conversations that required no witnesses, no distractions, only obedience.He was seated, as usual, in his favorite armchair by the wide windows, dressed more like a warlord than a king. His sharp eyes cut through me the moment I walked in, as if he already knew I wasn’t here to grovel.“Well?” he finally said, voice low and imperious. “Time’s up, Damien. Are you going to do your duty or spit on the legacy that built this kingdom?”I didn’t flinch. “I’ll marry Blair.”A heavy pause followed my words.His brow arched, a hint of surprise flickering in his expression. “Just like that?”“No,” I said calmly. “Not just like that. I’ll agree to an engagement… for now.”The king sat straighter. “That wasn’t the deal. The deal was marriage. Immediate. I don’t need another scandal.”“With respect, you’re not going to find
Alina's povI stood frozen, my heart racing, as the woman who had just entered the room caught my attention. My mind raced, trying to process the situation.The name Blair echoed in my head, and the realization came crashing down like a thunderstorm. Blair wasn’t just anyone—she was the princess, the woman Damien was supposed to marry.I felt a strange sensation in my chest. A sharp pang of inferiority surged through me. My breath caught as I suddenly became acutely aware of the way I must appear to her—shabby, worn, like I didn’t belong.She was everything I was not: poised, elegant, and undeniably royal. She was the kind of woman Damien should be with. The kind of woman I could never be.My mind swirled with questions. Hadn’t Damien promised me he wouldn’t reject me? That he would mate with me?But here stood Blair, looking as though she was already trying to take my place. I looked at Damien for reassurance, but his expression gave nothing away. He remained stoic, his eyes flicking
Alina’s povI wasn’t exactly hungry, but sitting alone at the long, opulent dining table felt like the safest option that morning.After the tense encounter with Rylan the night before, I wanted no, needed peace. His suspicion had gnawed at me like a silent threat all through the night, clawing its way into my thoughts with a vicious persistence.I could still feel the weight of his gaze on me, as though he saw through every layer of the facade I’d worked so hard to maintain. But more than anything, I needed to speak with the prince. I had questions that I couldn’t keep bottled up any longer. Questions about Malia, about the curse, about where I stood in all this madness.Unfortunately, I had no idea when or where I could find him. And I wasn’t about to go wandering around the palace like some desperate shadow, asking servants and guards if they’d seen him. The last thing I needed was to appear pathetic, lost in a place that already felt so foreign.So, I sat there. The breakfast spre
ALINAI sat across from my father and I could almost cut through the tension with a knife. He hadn’t said a word yet, but I knew. I could see it in his eyes—the same cold, calculating look he always gave me when he was about to demand something.“It’s time, Alina,” he said, his voice cold, with no room for argument. “The pack needs you to be useful.”Useful? The word felt like a slap. After six rejections, that’s all I was to him now—something to be used, a tool for the pack’s benefit. I tried not to let how hurt I was show but I wasn’t sure I was doing a good job.“What do you mean, dad?” I asked, even though the answer was clear.His eyes didn’t soften. They never did. “You’ll be traveling to the Silver Moon Pack. There’s an alpha there, unmated, and it’s time you made yourself useful to this family. We need that alliance. It’s your duty. You owe it to us.”My heart sank. Of course. An alpha. Another attempt to marry me off, to secure power through a mate who might actually want me....
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