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Born as an unwanted heir, Prince Kaelith has spent his life fighting for a place in a kingdom that never truly accepted him. When a political alliance forces him into an arranged marriage with the enigmatic Lady Seraphine, he sees it as yet another chain binding him to a fate he never chose.

But Seraphine is not what she seems. Beneath her beauty and grace lies a woman with secrets—secrets that could shake the very foundations of the kingdom. As Kaelith slowly unravels the web of deceit surrounding his new bride, he finds himself drawn to her in ways he never expected.

When a devastating betrayal threatens to break him, Kaelith is left questioning everything: his loyalty, his love, and the truth about the woman who now shares his bed. As war looms and hidden enemies close in, Kaelith and Seraphine must navigate a treacherous game of power, desire, and deception.

Will love be enough to mend the wounds of betrayal, or will their secrets tear them apart forever?

A tale of passion, political intrigue, and slow-burning romance, The Unwanted Prince is a gripping historical fantasy where love and loyalty are tested in the fires of war.

Am unwanted

Kaelith loomed over Seraphine, his breath warm against her skin, his hands possessive as they traced over the now-exposed curves of her body. The last remnants of her gown lay discarded between them, her bare skin illuminated by the flickering candlelight.

But she didn't cower beneath his touch.

No, she met his gaze with something fierce, something unbroken. And gods, that only made him want her more.

"You want to fight me?" His voice was low, teasing, dangerous. "Then fight, Seraphine."

Her lips parted, her breath coming fast as she gripped his shoulders, her nails pressing into his skin. "You think you can break me?" she whispered, her voice laced with defiance.

Kaelith let out a dark chuckle. "I don't need to break you," he murmured, dragging his lips over her throat, down to the hollow between her collarbones. "I only need to make you beg."

Seraphine shivered at his words, but she didn't yield. Not yet.

He pressed a kiss just above her heart, his hands exploring her body in slow, agonizing strokes. Every touch, every brush of his lips was deliberate, coaxing her closer to the edge she refused to acknowledge.

"You can pretend all you like," Kaelith whispered against her skin. "But your body speaks the truth."

She let out a shaky breath, but her hands moved with intent now, sliding down his chest, tracing the taut muscles beneath his shirt. A wicked gleam flickered in her eyes as she suddenly gripped the fabric—and tore it open.

Kaelith's breath hitched as the cool air kissed his bare skin. Then he laughed, dark and full of hunger. "So you do have claws," he mused, gripping her wrists and pinning them above her head. "Tell me, Seraphine—are you ready to be tamed?"

Her chest rose and fell in rapid breaths, her gaze locked onto his. "Only if you're ready to lose control."

His lips crashed against hers, his body pressing into hers with an undeniable force, leaving no space between them. The heat between them was unbearable, searing, their breaths mingling as his hands roamed over every inch of her, memorizing her, owning her.

And by the way she clung to him, by the way she gasped against his lips—

A Dangerous Game