Rich. Entitled. Possessive pain in my ass. I know exactly what I don’t want. I escaped to London under the cover of night, never thinking I'd run smack into a man who would turn me inside out. I had a plan. Simple, really. Step one: Follow my dream, away from from the demons of my past. Step two: Land on my own two feet, preferably far, far, away from the man who hurt me and broke my heart. Step three: Live a little and avoid all men with dark secrets. So far, I'm not doing so hot. He's a royal amongst peasants, and the last kind of trouble I need—a filthy rich alpha who can see straight into my soul. Our secrets hold us both captive. Something tells me I’ll be powerless to stop his magnetic pull, especially when he tells me I'm going to be his, damn the consequences.