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The Alpha’s Stolen Bride. Fated and Contract to the Grumpy Alpha, #3
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- ISBN8235502895
- EAN9798235502895
- Date de parution16/04/2026
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- ÉditeurIoakim Ioakim
Résumé
Fake crown. Wrong bride. Real mate bond. And one very unplanned heir. AMARAI was the princess's shadow - her stand-in for ceremonies, signatures, and, apparently, her wedding night. Cole Harrington needed a bride to end a war between the packs. The princess needed an alibi. I needed to survive until morning. The crown wasn't mine. The name wasn't mine. But every touch in that mating chamber?Devastatingly, terrifyingly real.
He marked me. Bonded me. Looked at me like I was the only solid thing in a world falling apart - until the real princess returned. And he locked me in the east tower while he decided what to do with the lie. I didn't wait for his decision. I left the Wicklow mountains with his heir growing in my belly, his mark burning on my neck, and nothing but the dress on my back. Six years later, I don't take orders.
I give them. I return to his gates in a tailored suit, my son at my side, and a business empire that rivals his pack's entire treasury. And when Cole Harrington sees his own eyes staring back at him from a six-year-old face?He'll learn that the woman he caged was never the one who needed saving. COLEShe wasn't the princess. I knew it the moment she stepped into my great hall - wrong posture, wrong scent, wrong fire behind her eyes.
The kind of fire that doesn't know it's burning. But my wolf didn't care about the lie. He went still the second she walked through my doors. Not the restless stillness of a predator before a strike - the reverent stillness of a man who has just recognized something he didn't know he'd spent his whole life searching for. I kept her because I told myself I needed answers. That was the first lie I told myself.
I kept her because I couldn't let her go. Not after mating night. Not after I felt her wolf press against mine through the bond and choose me - even trembling, even terrified, even living inside someone else's name. When the real princess returned and the truth surfaced, I chose silence to protect Amara. She never knew that part. She only knew the east tower. Now she's back - with polished armor, her own empire, and a boy who walks exactly like me.
I've spent six years telling myself I did what I had to. One look at my son, and I'd burn Wicklow to the ground to undo every second of it. She thought surviving was enough. He thought control was the same as love. Their son is living proof of everything they got wrong - and the only reason either of them might finally get it right.
He marked me. Bonded me. Looked at me like I was the only solid thing in a world falling apart - until the real princess returned. And he locked me in the east tower while he decided what to do with the lie. I didn't wait for his decision. I left the Wicklow mountains with his heir growing in my belly, his mark burning on my neck, and nothing but the dress on my back. Six years later, I don't take orders.
I give them. I return to his gates in a tailored suit, my son at my side, and a business empire that rivals his pack's entire treasury. And when Cole Harrington sees his own eyes staring back at him from a six-year-old face?He'll learn that the woman he caged was never the one who needed saving. COLEShe wasn't the princess. I knew it the moment she stepped into my great hall - wrong posture, wrong scent, wrong fire behind her eyes.
The kind of fire that doesn't know it's burning. But my wolf didn't care about the lie. He went still the second she walked through my doors. Not the restless stillness of a predator before a strike - the reverent stillness of a man who has just recognized something he didn't know he'd spent his whole life searching for. I kept her because I told myself I needed answers. That was the first lie I told myself.
I kept her because I couldn't let her go. Not after mating night. Not after I felt her wolf press against mine through the bond and choose me - even trembling, even terrified, even living inside someone else's name. When the real princess returned and the truth surfaced, I chose silence to protect Amara. She never knew that part. She only knew the east tower. Now she's back - with polished armor, her own empire, and a boy who walks exactly like me.
I've spent six years telling myself I did what I had to. One look at my son, and I'd burn Wicklow to the ground to undo every second of it. She thought surviving was enough. He thought control was the same as love. Their son is living proof of everything they got wrong - and the only reason either of them might finally get it right.
