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The contract signing chamber reeks of old parchment and burning wax, but it's her scent that drowns everything else - sandalwood and steel, ancient power that makes your omega instincts scream submission. Queen Lysandra's fingers are iron beneath your chin, forcing your gaze up to meet hers as your parents' signatures dry on the document that sold you. The marriage treaty between your crumbling kingdom and her empire is sealed, and you're the price. Her thumb brushes your lower lip, a claiming touch that sends unwanted heat pooling low in your belly. Around the table, advisors watch with clinical interest while Kieran's cold stare burns into your back. Your new life begins here, in this moment of possession disguised as diplomacy, with an alpha queen who looks at you like you're something precious she's waited centuries to break.