Princes’ Lover
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Princess Evangeline is twenty-two, wolfless, and suffocating. As the only heir to the Aldridge pack-the royal Alpha bloodline that has ruled for twelve generations-her failure to shift is a humiliation her father barely conceals. She's never run beneath the moon. Never felt her eyes glow gold. Never made a single choice that wasn't designed to compensate for what she lacks. Until one reckless night changes everything. She escapes to an underground club, loses herself completely, and wakes tangled between two men whose faces she never saw. She flees before dawn, their scents still clinging to her skin. Her father's punishment is swift: bond with an Alpha prince within the month, or be cast out forever. Four powerful suitors arrive at the palace-each dangerous, each determined to claim her. But the moment they walk through the door, two of them go still. Their eyes darken. They recognize her scent. They know exactly who warmed their bed that night. Now Eva must navigate a deadly courtship while hiding a secret that could destroy her-all while fighting an impossible attraction to the one man she's forbidden to want: the bodyguard who's loved her in silence for years.
Chapter 1
Feb 12, 2026
POV Eva
The SUV cuts through the city at dusk, and I slump against the leather seats like something boneless, still flushed and sweaty from dance class.
My leotard clings uncomfortably beneath my jacket, a second skin I can't wait to shed. But that discomfort is nothing compared to the weight pressing down on my chest—the echo of my father's voice still ringing in my ears.
Legacy. Bloodline.
Heirs responsibility of the werewolf dynasty, which they teach before you can walk.
I've heard the sermon a thousand times. The same words, the same disappointment barely hidden beneath his measured tone. Twelve generations of Aldridge power, and it all rests on my shoulders.
Shoulders that apparently aren't strong enough to carry it.
"He acts like I chose this," I mutter, catching my bodyguard Dominic's eyes in the rearview mirror. "Like I woke up one morning and decided. You know what? I don't want a wolf. Being broken sounds like fun."
Nic's knuckles tighten on the steering wheel, but he doesn't respond.
He never does when I vent about my father.
His wolf paces beneath his silence—I can see it in the slight tension of his jaw, the way his shoulders hold themselves rigid. He's alert to my frustration even when he can't fix it.
I'm twenty-two years old now. Twenty-two and wolfless. The Aldridge pack heir whose beast never woke, whose eyes have never glowed gold, who has never run beneath the moon or joined a pack hunt.
Every other wolf my age shifted years ago. They remember their first transformation like teenagers remember their first kiss—a milestone, a becoming.
I remember only doctors' offices and council's prayers and the hollow space inside my chest where something wild should live.
My entire existence has been one long performance of compensation. Perfect grades. Perfect posture. Perfect Alpha princess, making up for the imperfection I can't hide.
And I'm exhausted.
"Do you know I've never been to a real party?"
The words tumble out before I can stop them.
"Not once. Not ever. I've attended galas and balls and formal dinners where everyone watches me like I'm a specimen under glass, but I've never just... gone out. Never danced somewhere my father's eyes couldn't follow."
Dominic's gaze flicks to the mirror again.
"Clubs are overrated." His voice is carefully neutral, the tone he uses when he's trying to protect me from myself. "Just sweaty people making bad decisions."
"Maybe I want to make a bad decision."
I lean forward between the seats, close enough that he can probably scent my skin—warm and human and achingly familiar. Close enough to see the muscle jump in his cheek.
"Just five minutes, Nic. That's all I'm asking. I just want to know what it feels like to be nobody. To walk into a room where no one bows or stares or whispers about the broken princess."
"Eva." My name sounds like a warning on his lips.
"Please." I let the word hang there, fragile and honest. "I need this. Just once, I need to know what it's like to be invisible."
He says no.
His jaw tightens, and he says no again, eyes fixed on the road ahead.
I watch the battle play out across his features—duty warring with something softer, something he never lets himself name. My hand brushes his shoulder, barely a touch, and I feel the moment his resolve fractures.
He changes lanes without another word.
The underground district rises around us like a different world. Graffiti blooms across warehouse walls. Neon flickers in windows that shouldn't have lights.
Dominic navigates the streets with a familiarity that surprises me—how many times has he been here without me knowing? I wonder until he pulls into an unmarked alley beside a building that pulses with muffled bass.
The club is hidden beneath a warehouse, the entrance nothing more than a steel door and a bored bouncer. Werewolves and humans mingle in the line outside, anonymous in the darkness.
No one glances twice at the SUV.
No one knows a princess sits inside, heart hammering with anticipation.
Dominic turns to face me, and his expression is torn in ways I've never seen before. Duty and softness war in his dark eyes, and for a moment, I think he might change his mind.
Drive me home. Lock me in my gilded cage where I belong.
"Five minutes,” he says instead. “You stay where I can see you. Then we leave."
I agree too quickly, already reaching for the door handle. The night air hits my face like a revelation—cool and sharp, carrying the scent of exhaust and rain and freedom.
Inside, the club swallows me whole.
Bass pounds through my chest like a second heartbeat, so loud I can feel it in my teeth. Bodies move in the strobing darkness, a sea of limbs and heat and want.
Wolves with barely glowing eyes grind against humans who don't know the danger pressed against them. The air is thick with sweat and alcohol and something wild.
Something primal that calls to the hollow space inside me.
No one bows. No one stares. No one whispers behind their hands about the wolfless princess who should have been more.
For the first time in my life, I am invisible.
I am nobody. I am free.
The realization crashes over me like a wave, and I want to laugh, want to cry, want to spin in circles until the room blurs into streaks of color.
I've spent twenty-two years being watched, being judged, being found wanting. And here, in this sweaty underground world, I'm just another body in the crowd. Just another girl chasing sensation.
I turn to share the moment with Dominic, to grab his arm and point at the beautiful chaos surrounding us, but he's gone.
My heart stutters. I scan the crowd, searching for his broad shoulders, his familiar silhouette, but the sea of bodies has swallowed him completely. Panic flickers before understanding dawns.
He's searching for me the only way he knows how. By scent.
A scent I don't have.
Without a wolf, I'm untraceable. My body doesn't broadcast itself the way other wolves' do.
I move through the world scentless, invisible, a ghost even to those with supernatural senses. It's always been my greatest shame—evidence of my brokenness, my incompleteness.
But tonight, it's my freedom.
Dominic can't find me. Not here, not in this chaos of competing scents and pounding music. For the first time in my life, I have slipped my leash entirely.
I turn to face the bar, my heart pounding with something that feels dangerously like excitement.
The lights catch in crystal glasses, in the glitter on strangers' skin, in the gold-glowing eyes of wolves who look right through me.
Tonight, I'm not a princess. Tonight, I'm just a girl in a club full of strangers.
And I'm not ready to leave.
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