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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 let Seraphine play her game. Let her tease, let her think she was winning.

Then, with a swift, effortless movement, he flipped them.

Seraphine barely had time to react before she found herself beneath him, her back pressed into the silk sheets.

Kaelith loomed over her, one hand pinning her wrists above her head, his body a solid, unyielding weight against hers.

"Did you really think," he murmured, his voice dangerously low, "that you could control me?"

Seraphine's breath hitched, but she refused to yield. "Maybe I already have," she taunted, tilting her chin in defiance.

Kaelith's gaze darkened, his grip tightening just enough to remind her of his strength. "Is that so?"

Without warning, he dipped his head, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of her throat. He didn't rush—no, he took his time, dragging his teeth against her pulse, his breath hot against her skin.

Seraphine bit the inside of her cheek, refusing to let him see how much he affected her.

"You can fight it all you want, Seraphine," he murmured, his voice like velvet and steel. "But we both know who really holds the power here."

His free hand trailed down her side, slow and deliberate, tracing the curves he had already memorized.

Seraphine's heart pounded, heat pooling in her stomach. But she refused to surrender.

She shifted beneath him, her movements languid, teasing. "Power is an illusion," she whispered against his ear.

Kaelith chuckled darkly. "Then let me show you what a real illusion feels like."

Fire and Fury