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The cruel prince of the Crown Pack is determined to reclaim his lost bride. There's only one problem: Ophelia would rather die than let her sister marry that megalomaniac. *** When bounty hunters come knocking on her door in a rural Scottish town, Ophelia pretends to be the Crown Prince's missing bride in an attempt to assassinate him and save her sister once and for all. But when she finds both of her fated mates in the home of her enemy, she becomes inextricably stuck between a cruel prince's sparkly rock and his even harder bodyguard, falling desperately and dangerously in love with two men who don't even know her real name... Can Ophelia find a way to make it work and lead her banished people home? Or will the weight of the crown and her countless lies be everyone's undoing? Disclaimer: this story has explicit sexual themes and content, including [bxg] and [bxbxg]. Reader discretion is advised. Sample: She was everything. Her blood exploded on my tongue like a damn supernova. A wave of destruction ripped through me as everything I thought I knew and wanted in life collapsed in on itself in a glorious, colourful rush of star-fire. I leaned into her without thinking, a plant stretching towards the sun. She was going to consume me. Or I was going to consume her. Either way, it would be glorious.
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