The Chained Prince by Becca Calder Series: The Eldergreen Series #1
on June 3rd, 2025
Genres: Fantasy, Fiction, Adult, Romance
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The chained prince haunting her dreams isn’t a nightmare.
He’s real—and fate won’t let either of them go.
Fae mage Araya Starwind has survived the New Dominion’s brutal rule by keeping her head down and her magic leashed. To stay safe, she binds herself to a powerful human mage—Jaxon Shaw—whose protection comes at a steep and controlling cost.
But when the fae male from her dreams turns out to be the missing prince, Araya is drawn into a conflict she never asked for—and a connection she can’t escape.
Now, she’s caught between two impossible choices: obey the laws that keep her caged, or risk everything for a freedom she never believed in.
A dark fae romantasy full of forbidden magic, twisted loyalties, and slow-burning tension. Perfect for fans of ACOTAR, The Prison Healer, and From Blood and Ash.
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Exclusive excerpt from The Chained Prince
She’d seen him.
Loren snarled, driving his fist into the stone wall. Pain flared, bright and sharp, as he wrenched against his bindings. The runes etched into the pitted surface flared to life as he strained against them, the cruel iron biting deeply into his raw, mangled flesh.
But the chains held. They always did.
He collapsed onto the moldy straw pallet, trembling with exhaustion and rage, eyes fixed on the manacles that had bound him for half his life. They had weathered over the years, but the runes carved into their surface still gleamed with magic, making them easy to read.
Loris to bind his soul. Na’vorel to sap his strength. Na’ithra to seal away his magic. All carved into the iron that burned his flesh and chipped away at his soul.
The spells were written in Valenya, but their execution was completely, cruelly human. Between the manacles, the collar, and the years wasted in this cell, Loren’s once-formidable power had withered to almost nothing. He couldn’t summon enough aether to light a candle, and escape was a dream that had died long ago.
The shadows stirred. Loren tensed, his breath slowing as they inched closer, curling around his feet. Silent, for once. He had felt their presence for years—haunting, watching, whispering. But today… today was different.
They weren’t just watching. They were listening.
Loren gritted his teeth, glaring at the inky tendrils. “What do you want from me?” he demanded.
They didn’t answer. They never did. But for once, Loren didn’t need them to.
They had brought her to him.
It wasn’t the first time he had seen her. She had haunted him for months, slipping into his dreams like a ghost. He’d almost convinced himself she wasn’t real—just a desperate construct conjured by his mind in a last ditch effort to stave off the madness of isolation.
She never spoke. Never looked at him—not until tonight.
Loren closed his eyes, desperate to deny it even as a sick, sinking weight settled in his chest. There was only one reason magic wove fae souls together in dreams. Even now, justthinking of her stirred something deep within him—power he hadn’t felt in years, flaring to life like an ember in the dark.
This female was his mate.
Loren curled his aching hands into fists. The absent Goddess was cruel, to dangle her before him now. In another life, he would have sought her out and courted her. He would have knelt at her feet and offered her every piece of himself—his heart, his magic, his name. Everything he had would have been hers.
But in this life?
He could never acknowledge her. Could never admit her existence. Not even if the power she granted him was enough to tip the balance. Because if the Arcanum ever learned he had a mate…
They’d use her. Weaponize her. Tear her apart, piece by piece, just to see what it did to him. And if they ever completed the bond…Goddess help him, he couldn’t be responsible for what they’d do to her.
He forced the thought away, shoving it into the depths of his mind and locking it away with all his other unbearable truths, alongside the memories of his parents, his sister, his friends—all the people he had loved and failed to protect.
The best thing he could do—for both of them—was forget she ever existed.
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