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"I just want to see you lose control for me," I said, my voice softer than I meant it to be.
My fingers traced the heat of his neck, feeling his pulse race beneath my touch.
"You keep saying you'll drown me in your scent..." I murmured, "But your ears and your neck are so red they're bleeding."
My lips curved.
"If you actually did it Jonah, you wouldn't make it out of my bed."
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Myra was never meant to be a princess. Born to a dying rogue and raised on the scraps of the Phantom Pack, she survived the shadows by clinging to the only home she ever knew: Jonah. He was her protector, her pillar, and the boy who held her safe while the world tried to break her.
Until she was taken.
Dragged into a palace of gold and rules, Myra was molded into something she was never meant to be: obedient, silent, and useful. Six years later, she's done being controlled.
With an arranged mating looming and her future already sold, Myra makes a choice and she runs.
But freedom isn't waiting for her.
Because somewhere beyond the borders, in the lands she barely survived as a child, Jonah is no longer the boy she remembers.
He's strong. Ruthless. And no longer willing to let her into his heart.