Empress Diana
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STORY BY Empress Diana
Ignited by the Rogues
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A princess should fear rogues.I crave them.Prince Eldric is my perfect royal cage. Politically powerful. Dangerously handsome. His touch is ice, his kisses are duty, and his bed will be a tomb for everything I truly want.But I dream of fire.Kael. Thorne. Ronan. Jax. Four rogue Alphas banished beyond the kingdom's borders. Beasts with golden eyes, scarred hands, and a hunger that calls to the darkest part of my royal blood.The night I flee the palace to meet them, I know the rules:One princess. Four lawless kings. No mercy. No turning back.Their rough hands shatter my restraint. Their possessive growls brand my skin. Their claim ruins me for the fiancé waiting in my gilded prison.Eldric offers me a crown.The rogues offer me ruin. And I am done choosing safe.Forbidden was a warning meant to keep me obedient.I turned it into an invitation.Now I'm marked, claimed, and burning for four men my kingdom calls monsters.The wedding is in weeks. The war for my body has already begun.---#ReverseHarem #RoyalRomance #RogueAlphas #Forbidden #ArrangedMarriage #Spicy #EnemiesToLovers
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Rejected:The Lycan King's Blessed Mate.
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Beta’s daughter Elara had no wolf. So on her 18th birthday, Alpha Kade rejected her before the entire pack, choosing a Luna with power. Broken and bondless, she’s thrown as tribute to the mad Lycan King — a beast who kills his brides before dawn. It’s a death sentence. > > But when King Darius breathes her in, his wolf doesn’t rip out her throat. It kneels. > > _“Blessed…”_ he growls. _“MINE.”_ > > Elara’s blood is the only cure for the curse rotting his bloodline. To save his kingdom, he must claim her. To survive his claim, she must awaken a blessing that could destroy them both. > > Now Kade wants her back. > > Too late. > > She was rejected as a Luna. She’ll be crowned as the Lycan Queen.
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Biker's Temptation:Owned by Knox Vance
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President of Savage Kings MC. Leather. Scar. Lethal. He thinks I’m a quiet clerk from the Ministry of Corporate Affairs. He doesn’t know I see both his faces. “Your paperwork says wheat,” I told him. “Your warehouse smells like blood and gasoline.” His smile was a knife. “Maybe you should audit my bedroom next, sweetheart. I promise the only thing bleeding will be you.” Now I’m on the back of his Harley, his hand fisted in my hair, his voice in my ear: “Join the ride, sweetheart... or I’ll strap you on myself.”
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