“Crown princess? Me?”
Seraphina was a maid to the Crown Prince.
When she opened her eyes again after collapsing, one year had passed.
“You are my consort. You are the Crown Princess of the Empire.”
The Crown Prince, Damian, was hailed as the Empire’s finest husband candidate.
The same man who had never once spared her a glance—
—now clung to her desperately.
“I was wrong. I was wrong about everything… Please, promise me you won’t leave me.”
What had happened during that missing year?
***
Every nerve in her body tensed, and Seraphina’s breathing became shallow.
“You react this sensitively to my pheromones — and you claim you’re a beta?”
At the Crown Prince’s whisper, Seraphina’s pupils trembled violently.
Her entire body felt as though it had opened wide; a burning thirst rose within her, a desperate, aching craving that seemed to long for him.
This… is pheromones?
“Sephi. You are my omega.”
