Museum curator Lola Smith has a type: ancient, marble, and completely silent. So when her eccentric great-aunt leaves her a life-sized Minotaur statue, Lola assumes she's inherited a very heavy paperweight.
She assumes wrong.
The statue isn't stone. It's a cursed prince. A three-thousand-year-old, muscle-bound, horned-and-hooved problem named Ajax. He's trapped in her studio apartment, he's already shattered her coffee table, and he keeps sniffing her neck and muttering about her "fertile scent."
His demands: break the curse, reclaim his throne, and maybe stop destroying her IKEA furniture.
Her demands: a roommate agreement, personal boundaries, and an explanation for why she can't stop thinking about his knot.
But when Ajax reveals that the curse requires more than just a willing mate-it requires a pregnancy-Lola has to decide: walk away from the bullheaded beast who's stolen her heart, or let him claim her so completely that the whole labyrinth knows she's his.