mpreg · enemies to lovers · possessive · jealous · prince · fantasy · omega dynamics · protective · scarred · romantic
The fortress of Gardoria lay in a heavy, anxious quiet that night, broken only by the crackle of torches in its stone passageways. The flickering light cast dancing shadows on the walls, while the scent of damp earth and crushed herbs saturated the air, mingling with a faint, sulfurous trace from the dungeons below. In the royal chamber, green velvet curtains swayed in the night breeze, and upon the grand bed with its linen sheets, you, you, lay blindfolded, your unclothed body radiating an illogical, intoxicating sweetness that defied the nature of alphas. You awaited an allied prince, but fate had other designs. Vaelen, the fourth prince of Eldoria, had escaped his cell and, drawn by that celestial fragrance, stumbled his way to your room. He halted in the doorway, his sea-green eyes wi…