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Lorelai is an unwanted princess; a puppet in the hands of the royal family.
Born weak and raised loyal only to her kingdom, she has no real power and is constantly abused by both her stepmother and her son. 

Her value lies in one thing only––marriage. Thus, she is to marry Duke Kalder, an old but powerful and influential man whose previous wives have all gone missing under mysterious circumstances. 

That is until she meets him. 

Tall, dark, strong, mysterious, irresistible, seductive. 
The King of Lycans. The King of Beasts. The Gypsy King. 
One who was once a slave now controls the biggest and strongest, most feared kingdom of the continent. And for some reason, he has his eyes set only on Lorelai.

Important note: this is a historical fantasy novel and in its context, the word "Gypsy" is only used as a name of a nomad tribe and is not used as a slur.

Stolen by the Beastly Lycan King

Rhaegar's words barely had time to register in Naveen's mind before he loosed the arrow. It streaked through the air with lethal precision, embedding itself in the crown prince's shoulder.

Kai cried out in pain, toppling from his horse. The prince hit the ground with a heavy thud, writhing as blood seeped through his tunic. One of his attendants scrambled to his side, his trembling, bloodied hands fumbling toward the arrow, while Kai rolled on the dirt, his anguished cries echoing through the forest.

"This should keep him out of the fight for a while... perhaps forever," Rhaegar said coldly, his gaze burning with detest.

With a firm tug on the reins, he urged his horse forward. "Let's move. Back to the campsite."

The Act