Desert Rose

Desert Rose

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Once a cherished princess, an omega girl wakes on her sixth birthday to find a caste mark seared into her skin - a sentence to a life of obedience, degradation, and silence. Beaten, cast out, and stripped of her name, she survives in the outermost ring of society, where even water is more sacred than her life. When a foreign pup with snow-pale skin and storm-colored eyes arrives in chains, no one knows he's actually the heir to the Winterland throne - a prince sent to learn humility by living as an omega among the most brutal pack in the realm. But in the shadows of caste and cruelty, the prince and the omega form a forbidden bond - one that threatens to shatter the pack's deepest traditions. He is not meant to love her. She is not allowed to rise. Years will pass. Kingdoms will fall. Promises will break. And the desert flower that once bloomed in silence will rise in fire.
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