My Alpha Sacrificed Me, Claimed by His Crown Prince Brother

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was supposed t

eside his coffin tonight. Alistair had been sickly since childhood and had died before his prime. The ki

ome to

and Seraphina stepped from the shadows in a gold gown, smili

o lead my sister

to die in

ur ea

cold, m

stone corridor seeped through the thin silk of my gown, but his arm was a possess

had nothing to do with the temperature. "It's not the col

n have drawn the guards to the south passage.

r years. He was Prince Gideon Vanderbilt, my husband, the future of my house. "I sti

rince Alistair's consort, she had been chosen to follow him

e knows defying the King would destroy your family." His grip tightened

had promised we would flee with Seraphina before the ritual began, tak

nly thing that made this horrifying night bearable. But a f

s. The smell of dust and something ancient, like dr

steps faltering. "And the Elders? If your men cr

quickly. "The King and Queen are grieving.

door engraved with the royal crest: a snarling wolf under a cresc

roaned open, revealing a cavernous, dark space bey

pressive darkness. I saw no one. No priests, no guards

from behind me. His voice had lost

ring a royal tomb. A small detail, but it screamed at me. My gaze traveled up to his face. The loving mask had van

The serpent of unease in my gut

d, he gestured into the

k, bumping into the cold stone

erged. The faint torchlight caught the shimmer of

caught in

er. Looking radiant, heal

ous smile playing on her lips. She didn't

raphina said, her voice dripping with mockery

the sacrifice. The ritual was for her. But she wa

ons. I was an Omega, physically no match for a royal Alpha like him.

Gideon said. "And you wi

escue me, Elara. But you walked into the

of a physical blow. There was no escape pl

ce... it wa

ss the freezing stone floor. The heavy iron door clanged shut behind

door, pounding my fists against the unyielding iron

sister," she cooed, stepping into the light of a single

d was gone, replaced by this monster. "You were always just a placeholder, El

stepped forward. It was Willa, my own handmaiden, holding a silver

The betrayal from my own servant

ded, gesturing to the goblet. "It's

. They weren't just entombing me. T

bed me by the hair, and yanked my head back. The pain was s

. The bitter, metallic wine flooded my throat. I choked and str

g and gagging. A fire started in my stomach, quickly sp

Seraphina wrap her arms around Gideon's n

waist, pulling her close. "Now

n. It was watching them desecrate Alistair's tomb. The dead Crown Prince lay only a few

ell of her breasts to the flickering torchlight. Seraphina gasped, then laughed as his mouth closed over her

one this years ag

eneath her lifted skirts. "Every time she thou

with desperate, greedy hunger before the grave of the man she had publicly mourned as her

n betrayed too-robbed of dignity even in death, while the woman me

s swallowed the edges of my vision. You d

Seraphina pay every debt in blood. And I would cl