DA_Aloera

A princess's duty is to be beautiful, quiet, not loud, to be seen and not to be heard, which was how Dahlia lived most of her life. Bound by the expectations of her title, she spent years trying to prove to her father that she was more than just a princess and capable of being more than an ornament in his court but each time she never got the chance. Instead, she was forced into a marriage of convenience with the bravest knight in all the kingdom, Reagan Hawthorne.

Dahlia thought she would use this marriage to escape the brutal crutches of her father and glide out of her cage but Reagan’s cold disdain was an unexpected prison of its own. While he waged wars on distant lands, she stayed behind, holding his household together and protecting the people he seemed to ignore. But Dahlia carried a dangerous secret. By day, she was the perfect wife. By night, she became the "Black Knight," a masked vigilante fighting for justice in the shadows.

Reagan returned, ready to focus on his personal mission: avenging his father’s death. To him, Dahlia was just another pawn in his plans—a spoiled princess he needed to tolerate. But as cracks began to form in her perfect façade, Reagan couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to his wife than met the eye.

Now, with enemies circling closer and their secrets threatening to collide, Dahlia and Reagan must confront the lies they’ve told themselves and each other. But when masks fall and truths are revealed, will their fragile bond withstand the storm—or will it shatter beyond repair?

One wound. One secret. One night that changes everything.

THE Knight’s Hidden Princess

Reagan already stood waiting to capture me in his arms as I flew directly at him and pressed my lips against his. Reagan was already eager to grab me by the waist, steadying me as he took control of the kiss.

With one hand on my waist and the other on my neck, Reagan kissed me deeply and this time around it was filled with desperation and hunger, all for me!

Regan's arms wrapped tightly around me at the waist as if he was scared that I might get away from him.

Reagan groaned into the kiss before he grabbed me and walked me backwards into a nearby tree. A soft gasp escaped my lips as the back of my spine hit the rough back of the tree, Reagan swallowed my gasp as his hands roamed over my body with a sense of urgency.

There was no stopping the moan that escaped me as I fisted Reagan's shirt, drawing him closer to me. I couldn't get enough of him, I swear I just couldn't!

Just Do It