A cursed princess.
A possessive Alpha.
A century-old promise neither of them can escape.
And enough knotty chaos to wake the entire kingdom.
If you loved Hunted & Knotted by the Wolf and Knotted by the Beast, you’re going to have so much fun with this one.
Expect:
✨ Fairytale vibes
✨ Curvy heroine
✨ Obsessive Alpha hero
✨ Fated mates
✨ Touch-her-and-die energy
✨ High heat
✨ Zero patience for slow burns
I can’t wait for you to meet Rose and the Alpha who decides she’s his.
Keep scrolling for an exclusive first look at Chapter One...
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CHAPTER ONE - Prince Kael
I’m going to knot her before she even opens her eyes.
That’s the first thought I have when her scent hits me.
It slams into my skull like a war hammer. Sweet. Warm. Ripe. Omega. Mine.
Fuck.
I’ve been fighting through these godforsaken thorns for three days. My armor is shredded. My skin is carved up like a butcher’s block. I’ve bled more in the last seventy-two hours than in entire battles. And for what? A rumor. A legend. A bedtime story about a princess trapped in a castle swallowed by thorn bushes.
But now… now I know why I couldn’t stay away.
Her scent floods the tower room, and my cock goes from half-hard to granite in two seconds flat. My knot swells against my leather breeches, painful and insistent. My fangs ache. Every instinct I have roars to life with a single, deafening command:
Take. Claim. Breed. MINE.
I step closer to the bed.
She’s lying there like a fucking gift from the heavens. Curvy as shit, with soft brown skin that glows like dark honey against the white sheets. Thick thighs I want to bury my face between. Full hips made for gripping. A soft belly I want to fill with my pups. And her face… even in sleep, she’s gorgeous. Full lips slightly parted. Long lashes brushing her cheeks. Hair a wild halo of thick, dark curls threaded with dried rose petals.
She’s wearing a gauzy dress that leaves nothing to the imagination. The fabric is so thin I can see the dark peaks of her nipples. The shadow between her lush thighs. And fuck, is that…
I lean in, inhaling deeply near her neck.
Virgin.
Untouched. Unclaimed. And so goddamn ready for me.
My cock leaks precum, soaking through my pants. I’ve never smelled anything like her. Like honey and heat and something darker. Something that makes me want to rip the entire world apart just to keep her safe.
I should probably wake her gently. Introduce myself. Explain that she’s been asleep for a century and I’m Prince Kael of Thornhaven and I’ve come to rescue her like a proper fucking hero.
But my beast doesn’t give a single shit about propriety.
My face is already buried in her neck, scenting her, rubbing my jaw against her soft skin so she’ll smell like me when she wakes. My tongue darts out, licking a long stripe up her throat, tasting salt and sweetness and omega.
She stirs.
A small whimper leaves her fucking perfect lips. Her hips shift on the bed, pressing together like she’s aching. Like her body knows I’m here even if her mind doesn’t.
“That’s it, little omega,” I growl against her throat. “Wake up, for your alpha.”
I drag my tongue lower. Over her collarbone. Between her full breasts. I can feel her heart hammering against my lips. She’s waking up. Slowly. But I can’t stop.
My mouth closes over one nipple through the sheer fabric, sucking hard, and she arches with a cry.
Her eyes fly open.
Big. Brown. Terrified. And then…
Hunger.
She looks at me like I’m the answer to a question she’s been asking for a hundred years.
“Who…” Her voice is raspy from lack of use. Sexy as fuck. “Who are you?”
“Your mate,” I rumble, already climbing on the bed, caging her in with my arms. “And you’re mine.”
She blinks, confused, but her body… her fucking perfect body… spreads wider for me. I can smell her slick starting to flow. Her first heat, triggered by my scent. The room fills with the intoxicating smell of her arousal.
“I don’t… I can’t…” She shakes her head, trying to clear it. “Where am I? What are you doing to me?”
“Waking you up, sweetheart.”
I rip her gown down the middle with one hand. The fabric tears like paper under my extended claws, exposing all that gorgeous dark skin. Her breasts are full and heavy, nipples tight and begging for my mouth. Her belly is soft and round. And between her thighs…
Fuck.
She’s glistening. Soaked. Her pretty cunt is swollen and dripping, pulsing with need.
“Look at you,” I rasp, dragging my gaze back to her face. “Already dripping for me. Your body knows exactly what it needs, even if your pretty little head is confused.”
“I don’t know you,” she gasps, but her hips roll upward, seeking friction.
“You will.”
I slide my hand down her soft belly, through her curls, and press two thick fingers against her slit. She cries out, her head falling back against the pillow. She’s so wet my fingers glide right through her folds, finding her entrance.
“So tight,” I growl, pushing one finger inside. “So fucking tight and wet. This cunt was made for me, omega. Made for my cock. My knot.”
“Oh God,” she whimpers, her inner walls fluttering around my finger. “What are you… I can’t…”
“You can.”
I add a second finger, stretching her carefully. She’s virgin tight but so slick there’s no resistance. Her body is literally pulling me in, desperate to be filled. I curl my fingers, finding the spot that makes her see stars, and she screams.
“There it is,” I purr, working her with my fingers. “That’s your alpha’s touch, little one. That’s what you’ve been missing for a hundred years.”
“A hundred… what?” She tries to focus, but I’m pumping my fingers faster now, my thumb finding her clit.
“Later,” I promise darkly. “Right now, you’re going to come on my hand like a good little omega.”
“I don’t… I’ve never…”
“Never what? Never come? Never been touched?”
She shakes her head, eyes closing with embarrassment. “Never felt… anything…”
Fuck. That does something to me. Something primal and possessive, and completely unhinged. I’m the first. The only. The one who gets to teach her everything.
“You’re going to feel everything now, Rose.” I lean down, my mouth hovering over hers. “I’m going to make you feel so much, you’ll forget your own name.”
I claim her mouth in a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue and claiming. She moans into my mouth, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. My fingers never stop moving, fucking her deeper, harder, until she’s panting and writhing beneath me.
“Come,” I order against her lips. “Come for your alpha, little omega. Give me what’s mine.”
She shatters.
Her orgasm hits her like a storm. She screams into my mouth, her inner walls clamping down on my fingers, her entire body convulsing with pleasure. I work her through it, drawing out every spasm, every cry, until she’s limp and gasping under me.
When she finally opens her eyes, they’re glazed and dazed and so fucking beautiful I almost come in my pants like a teenager.
“Who…” she breathes again. “Who are you?”
“Prince Kael of Thornhaven,” I tell her, licking her slick from my fingers with a groan. “But you can call me your mate.”
She stares at me, trying to process, but then her pupils dilate and she lets out a low, desperate whine.
“It hurts,” she whispers, clutching her belly. “Oh God, it hurts. What’s happening to me?”
I know that sound. That scent.
Her heat.
It’s hitting her. Hard and fast. Triggered by my presence, by the bond, by a hundred years of suppression finally snapping.
“Your first heat, sweetheart,” I growl, already tearing off my clothes. “And I’m going to take care of every single second of it.”
I strip in seconds, my cock springing free, heavy and hard and leaking. Her eyes go wide when she sees it. I’m big. Bigger than most. And my knot is already swelling at the base, thick and obscene.
“That won’t fit,” she blurts out, panic flashing in her eyes.
“It will,” I promise, climbing over her. “You were made for me, Rose. Every inch.”
I spread her thighs wide, settling between them, and drag my tongue through her drenched folds. She tastes like fucking heaven. Like honey and heat and mine. I eat her like a starving man, licking and sucking and devouring every drop of slick until she’s sobbing and begging.
“Please,” she cries. “Please, Kael… I need…”
“I know what you need.”
I crawl up her body, my cock nudging her entrance, and look down at the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.
“I’m going to fuck you now, little omega,” I tell her, my voice barely human. “I’m going to knot you. Breed you. Make you scream so loud the whole kingdom wakes up.”
Her only answer is a desperate whimper and the roll of her hips, begging me to enter.
I thrust inside my mate and the whole fucking world changes.
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