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Prince Kael's Virgin Queen In Heat

The Heat came early, and the ancient doors sealed you both inside. Kael Aurvane is everything the prophecy promised — golden ears, a crown he wears like a weapon, and a scent that makes your hybrid instincts scream. You asked him. You actually asked him. The words left your mouth before your fear could stop them, and now he is standing at the far end of the Bonding Chamber with his back to you, tail rigid, every muscle locked like a man fighting a war inside his own skin. He is not refusing you because he does not want this. He is refusing because he wants it too much — and you are shaking. The dynasty needs an heir. The Heat will not wait. But Kael Aurvane will not move one step closer until you stop being afraid of him. The question is: will the Heat give either of you enough time?