The Fierce Consort, The Alpha Prince Surrenders

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however, looked ecstatic. A cruel, triumphant smile spread across her

just begun to slow

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veryone to assemble at the main entrance to greet our royal guest. I was herded along wit

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atmosphere. He wore a perfectly tailored black uniform that empha

ring family. The sheer force of his Alpha presence was a palpa

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ent was seared into my memory. The predator

r. I stared at him, frozen, my mind a white sheet of s

e is my fiancé. He

I might fall-right there, in front of ev

l in that fleeting glance: recognition, contempt, and a chilling, predato

simpered, bowing low. "Wh

ting through silk-past my father, past Ilene who had preened an

directly in

st the two of us, surrounded b

to faint. But my body was frozen. Trapp

something

al. The survival instinct of an

and threw mysel

s scent-snow and cedar and power-enveloped me, and my stomach turned because I remembered that scent

didn't

desperate, broken thing meant only

every breath stop. For one terrible second, I thought he w

und my upper arm-not hard enough to bruise, but hard enough

is head, his lips

idea what you

over steel. A promis

y. He didn't announce to

planned but was grateful for. "Aries!" I cried out, loud enough for everyone t

lders. I buried my face in his chest agai

fury, the dawning realization that her plan was unraveling. Beatrice's face was

s holding her, letting her cry into his uniform, no

e tremor in his fingers. He was furious. I could

idn't wa

ice was calm, control

are questions about my fiancée's honor. I would like to hear