{ "item_title" : "The Beta Duke's Bargained Omega", "item_author" : [" Wolha "], "item_description" : "Noah has spent six years pricing everything he touches. He has never once been the one who set the price.He is the nose behind every bottle the Viscount sends up to the imperial palace. Twelve hundred of them in six years, every one stamped with another man's crest, not one with his name. He is paid a tenth of what they sell for, he sleeps in a cellar, and he counts the coins by hand because counting is the only thing he can do about any of it.Then he hears the Viscount through a shutter, selling him to an old alpha along with a leather collar and a red wedding coat.So he takes twenty bottles and four days of road, and walks up a hill at the far end of the empire to offer a bargain to a man he has never met.The Duke's house in the south needs an heir, and I do not want to be sold off for my scents. So marry me.What he expects is haggling. What he gets is a sunburned man with dirt under his nails who puts down his bread and asks one question.So, will we be eating all three meals together?Leandro is a beta. He cannot smell a thing - not the scents Noah spends three days bringing down, not the dry hay under Noah's skin that makes alphas lose their manners. He has no pheromones to press with and no bond to offer. What he has is twenty years of mended shirts, a kitchen he cooks in himself, and a habit of standing in front of people.There is no bite on Noah's nape. There is a mark inside his wrist that glows like amber, and a child coming that the empire's law says cannot exist.And in the storehouse, among the winter oil and salt, there are four crates of something used in the back rooms of capital salons to break an omega's bond.A marriage of bread and honey in a farmhouse kitchen. A duke who has never hit anyone and does it anyway. A perfumer who walks out in front of thirty people to name his own price, out loud, for the first time in his life.This is a closed-door romance. There is no on-page intimacy - not one scene. What there is: a hand held through a gap under a door, a bowl of porridge fed one spoon at a time, and a man who asks a hundred times whether you will still be there next winter.A complete standalone novel - you do not need books one or two. Content notes: an exploitative guardian and an attempted forced bonding, both on the page; a poison that sickens omegas, and six people ill from it; an omega's heat, handled behind a closed door; pregnancy and an on-page birth. No on-page intimacy.", "item_img_path" : "https://covers3.booksamillion.com/covers/bam/9/79/817/480/9798174801066_b.jpg", "price_data" : { "retail_price" : "10.99", "online_price" : "10.99", "our_price" : "10.99", "club_price" : "10.99", "savings_pct" : "0", "savings_amt" : "0.00", "club_savings_pct" : "0", "club_savings_amt" : "0.00", "discount_pct" : "10", "store_price" : "" } }

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