Princes of Chaos (Royals of Forsyth University, #7)

by Angel Lawson

It’s not just silk and lace I’m wearing. It’s armor. This isn’t a party. It’s a battle. And there can only be one winner: The Monarchs.

Because I’m not here to become a Princess. I never was. I’m here to become a Monarch.

The Prince might not belong to his Princess, but his dick sure as hell does.

We were molded to hurt, cut, and deceive, but no matter how much Father hoped it’d be against each other, it never has been. We made that pact years ago. In blood. In darkness. In agony. We’re a Cerberus–three heads, one heart.