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238 pages, ebook
First published April 15, 2021

⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Contains Spoilers*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱

["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>“Sweetheart,” Westcliff said hoarsely, nuzzling his cheek. “Baby. I fucking adore you, you know that, right?”
Baby… Sweetheart… I want to live inside your skin.
This seems to be a thing in these books *lol
"Baby, I want to live inside your skin."

“But… but you have no idea what it’s like to fight the pull toward your mate. It’s like fighting gravity. It’s impossible. No matter how strong your mind is, the flesh is weak. The heart is weaker yet.”
“You’re upset.” Westcliff put a hand under his chin and tipped Jules’s face up. His expression was serious and his voice soft. “What’s wrong, brat?”
He liked to think he wasn’t a coward, but there was bravery and then there was stupidity.
He was soft-heartened, not suicidal.
he could be so vain. But then again, was it vanity when it was the truth?
She tucked a wavy lock of black hair away from his eyes. “Be patient. One day, you’ll change the world—I know you can do it. You’re so strong and smart. But for that to happen, you need to be patient. Treat it like a…” She paused, searching for an analogy he would understand. For all his intelligence, he was still just a little boy. “Treat it like a game,” she said at last, kissing him on the forehead. “A game in which you follow their rules and trick them into believing that you’re just like them. It’s the only way you can survive in this pit of snakes.”
“And yet he’s the one getting disowned, despite being a good little prince all his life,” Devlin said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “His only misstep was having the audacity to fall in love with his husband and refuse to betray him. What gives, Your Majesty?”
Liam glared at him. “Sorry if I’m actually thinking about our future,” he said, as sharply. “If Anthony doesn’t come back within three months, he’ll be officially declared dead and our home will belong to Uncle Wayne. Do you want to depend on his charity for the rest of your life? We’ll have no rights here, no money! When he’s our alpha, Uncle Wayne will be able to do anything he wants to us: marry us off to disgusting old perverts or kick us out of the house. I have to marry well and fast, to make sure our future is secured!”