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Betrothed To An Alpha? I Don’t Think So!

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[Mature Content: NO RAPE] Let’s make a deal! “Two months, if we can survive each other in the period of two months, I will marry you without objection!” … Twenty-two-year-old Evelyn Darkwood never imagined that going to her late father’s will-reading would have resulted in a rivalry between her and her siblings. That they would become a danger to her—one who sought after her life.  She never thought that her life would take such a twisted turn so quickly. And what’s worse, she comes to find out that she’d been betrothed to a man she didn’t know and had never met.  Zayne Mancini. The wealthiest man. A man whose power and fame were no joke. A man who possibly could be the only one capable of protecting her.  Strong, cold, frightening, all this he was and despite the danger written all over him, Evelyn felt a strange connection, hot and burning.  Zayne Mancini wanted her—his betrothed (a human who was his mate) and he was going to make her his, no matter how stubborn she wanted to be about it.  Fascinating, thrilling, all this she was to him—like a spark to ignite his boring life. Evelyn Darkwood was a whole package that he was slowly going to bring undone.  A woman he wouldn’t think twice of burning the world for. A woman he would give his whole being to. All she had to say was, “I do”
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A dance with the pentarch kings.

In a kingdom ruled by kings barely out of boyhood but already steeped in blood and power, Royal Imperium Prestigia High is where monsters are crowned—and innocents are devoured. Five thrones. Five ruthless rulers. And thousands of noble-born students who’d kill for a chance to kneel at their feet. For most girls accepted into Prestigia, it’s the pinnacle of existence. The highest honor. The dream—a chance to brush shoulders with royalty, to earn the favor of the five ruling kings, and maybe, if they’re lucky, be claimed. They come draped in silk and perfume, eyes glittering with desperate hope, praying for a glance, a favor, a touch. They whisper the kings’ names like prayers and spend their days chasing their attention like moths to flame. They worship the kings like gods. They would die to be noticed. And some do. But Blazar Staray is not like the others. And she didn’t come here for love. Blazar Staray was born a nobody. Sold into slavery. Bought by a king. Raised as a weapon. Her orders are simple: infiltrate the elite academy, pose as a noble boy named Orion Spade, and assassinate the most powerful king among the five. Succeed, and she gets to live. Fail, and she dies the way all pawns do—forgotten. But the academy is nothing like she expected. Prestigia isn’t a school. It’s a warzone wrapped in silk and gold, where students wield magic like knives, royalty rules with claws and fangs, and the five kings—Dante, Kaelric, Vesper, Xeari, and Ryuzaki—treat life like a game they always win. One wrong look, one wrong word, and you're either sent to the dungeon cells… or executed. Blazar’s defiant presence doesn’t go unnoticed. Instead of fading into the background, she catches the attention of all five. They should have ignored her. They were supposed to. But now they’re circling her like predators, each with their own twisted interest. Some want to protect her. Some want to break her. Some might want more. To survive, Blazar must outwit predators who were born to rule, all while hiding her identity, her scars, and her past. But she didn’t come here to play their game. She came to end it. And if she has to burn this entire academy down to do it? So be it.
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