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Desired By The Feral Princes

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{MATURE. SLOW BURN. GAY PANIC. DARK ROMANCE. BULLY ROMANCE. BLOOD AND GORE} Lucien’s voice is low, deep, and rough with an edge yet it trickles down my ears yet it sounds. “You know you’re not supposed to be out here alone.” Kael’s lips curl into a sadistic grin. “Unless you’re looking for trouble. That’s it?” Rowan steps closer, eyes glittering with mischief. “Careful, darling. Some of us don’t play fair.” Three predators. Three different kinds of danger. And all of them are looking at me like I already belong to them. *** Alina Elowen has spent her life hidden away in the east wing; a curse to be concealed, a shadow trailing her twin brother, Adrian. She’s always dreamed of a Prince Charming to rescue her. But when a letter arrives from Umbra Noctis; a supernatural academy where humans are prey and monsters rule, inviting Adrian to broker a truce with the dukedom, her parents panic. Instead of sending him, they cut Alina’s hair, dyed it, dressed her in his clothes, and shipped her off in his place. Now, she’s trapped in a dorm with three of the academy’s most dangerous alphas: Kael Draven, the werewolf prince; Rowan Thorne, the fae prince; and Lucien Vale, the vampire prince. They hate their “human” roommate, until hate turns into heat, tension twists into something else, and a confusing kind of panic ripples through the dorm. She’s not supposed to be there. They’re not supposed to want her. And “he” is definitely not supposed to matter to the monsters who swore they’d never fall for a weak, pretty human. But rules mean nothing when the predators who wanted to break you… start falling instead.
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