Blood Stained: The Sun Kissed Alpha
Theon’s lips curled into a defiant smile, though his heart pounded in his chest. “Perhaps,” he replied. “But I’ve learned that losing everything makes a man impossible to break.”
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Theon Quintin, the Sun-Kissed Prince, once lived a life of grandeur as the beloved heir to the Quintin Kingdom. With golden hair that shone like sunlight and a smile that captivated all, he was destined for greatness. But everything changed when his darkest secret was revealed.
“A prince who cannot uphold the pride of an alpha is no prince of mine,” the king declared. “Leave, and never darken the gates of this castle again.”
Banished and disgraced, Theon was cast out into a world that viewed him as an anomaly—an alpha who had conceived a child. In a time when alphas were revered as dominant and unyielding, his existence was seen as a shameful contradiction.
Stripped of his title and home, Theon rebuilt himself from nothing. Years passed, and whispers of his brilliance began to spread through the kingdoms. But when his path crosses with that of Skye Romanov, the powerful and enigmatic king of a neighboring land, Theon finds himself drawn into a web of politics, power, and forbidden desire.
Skye, the King of Eryndale, is as ruthless as he is magnetic. Known for his mysterious aura and commanding presence, he has no equal. When he catches sight of Theon, their connection is instant—a spark that neither can deny. But as they navigate the treacherous waters of alliances and betrayals, they must confront the forces that seek to tear them apart.
In a world where their love is forbidden and their positions make them enemies, can Theon and Skye find a way to defy destiny and claim a love that could reshape kingdoms?
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“You stand before a king,” Skye murmured, his voice low and steady, carrying the weight of unspoken challenge. “Do you truly believe you have something to offer me?”
Theon met his gaze without wavering, his golden hair catching the dim candlelight of the throne room. He was no longer the prince who trembled at the thought of failure; the years had carved resilience into his soul.
“I do,” Theon said softly, his voice steady yet filled with quiet conviction. “You may be the king of this land, but even a king needs someone to stand beside him.”
Skye tilted his head, a flicker of amusement dancing in his sharp, dark eyes. “And you think you’re that person?” he asked, leaning forward slightly as though daring Theon to falter.
“Yes,” Theon replied without hesitation. “Because unlike everyone else, I’m not afraid of the man behind the crown.”
