"With the world crumbling apart during another war, Eliana is tasked to bring two nations together through marriage. Plans change drastically when her caravan is attacked by assassins and she is forced to go on the run. While fleeing assassins, Eliana will meet Jasper, a young werebear searching for the love of his mate. As Eliana discovers that her lineage holds a dangerous secret, she will be faced with the magnetic attraction she feels for Jasper, a member of the race responsible for killing her mother.The Princess and Her Werebear is created by Sierra Christenson, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author."
View MoreIt has been two days since Eliana's friends helped her force out the rebels. Drake's men continue to watch over the castle's walls, keeping them safe. Olisnia, without the replenishment of her magic, has helped the others by bandaging their wounds and finding the medicinal herbs within the court doctor's quarters.Eliana has tried to give Jasper as much distance as she can. Every time she spots him, he always gives her a pained expression before turning away. She does not know why he still lingers, when the danger has subsided. Drake has already sent word back to his father that the war is to be stopped."Princess," the Prince states, walking up to her, "I mean, Queen Eliana."She cringes, not yet used to the idea of ruling all of Drein. "Please, you do not need to be so formal.""I fear I must," he counters, smirking. "For I must keep our countries on hospitable terms."Confusion causes her brow to furrow, "What do you mean? Once we bring my citizens back to Zaline, we shall be m
Eliana's heart jumps into her throat. Jasper. Is he here? She takes in a deep breath and on the very edge of the bombardment of scents, is the pure bliss of lavender. She holds herself up, refusing to fall into her relief. How will he be able to save her?The soldiers come running through the entryway, their swords at the ready. A majority ride horses with the Climont colors glinting proud. Before Eliana can set her gaze on Jasper, several waves of wolves pounce into the courtyard, slaughtering dozens of rebels.Drake has brought werewolves? "Eliana, run," Evyn barks out at her from the ground.She blinks as she glances over at him, processing his words. "Oh, of course." She thinks before picking up her heavy chains and stumbling to the steps. As she takes the first one, Selma screams, lunging at her. The Princess does not have time to even cry out in terror as they both freefall off the platform. Eliana closes her eyes, preparing for the pain, but instead she lands into a strong
Alma spins in a circle, pulling out two small daggers from her cloak and slicing into five of the rebels surrounding her. As the crows begins to take notice, the werebears, completing the partial transformation they had already begun, barrel their way into the crowd. Alma rushes below the arms of the enemy. Her feathers begin to shift, her arms turning into wings. She glances back, catching sight of Olisnia's long, gleaming whip flicking through the air. It wraps around multiple rebels, flinging them across the courtyard.Setting her sights on the Princess, Alma squawks, jumping around the crows as they try to grab her. Once her transformation is complete, she flaps into the air, high enough to be out of reach from the rebels. She soars quickly, traveling across the courtyard. When she is almost to the platform, though, a sharp agony erupts in her left wing, causing her to tumble to the ground, smashing her body across the dirt. She releases a rough breath, her chest aching.The shou
Eliana takes in a quivering breath, trying to calm her terror as the large doors to her castle are pulled open and the crowd of rebels and Climont soldiers scream out their lust for her demise. She bites down a sob, clutching at her overweight chains as dread washes over her, tightening her muscles. Two burly men flank her, matching every step she takes down the stairs. Her gaze sharpens and she clears her vision more by blinking away her tears.Her heart aches for Jasper. With every movement she makes, descending from the castle, a noose is tightening around her organs. Soon it shall be around her neck, and she will be gone from this world. If only she had told Jasper from the beginning who she was. Surely he would turn his back on her, but it would be for the best. She would not be feeling this pain right now. All she cares for, now with her father gone, is to see her mate one last time.As Eliana surveys the crowd, eyeing every man and woman that has betrayed both her and her fath
The moonlight peeks in through the barred window, lighting up Eliana's prison cell. She sighs, her heart aching. How much longer will she be stuck here? Will they just get her execution over with? There is no one to help save her. Luckily Alma escaped in time. Hopefully she is able to find her way home.She winces as she remembers the last conversation she had with Olisnia. The Drulian only wanted to teach her the ways of the Kexon. Of her lineage. She meant no harm, and yet Eliana allowed her anger and pain to lash out at the woman. She wonders where Olisnia will go now that her mission is over. Will she return home to the Hembrick Islands? To her lover?Eliana can only hope that the Drulian lives a happy life without anymore danger.The thought of Drake and his men has a glimmer of hope lighting in her chest. She stares up at the window, wondering where the Prince is right now. Was he going to make it here in time? Does he even have the numbers to take down all of the rebels arriv
"Jasper, where are we going," Evyn sighs running his hand through his hair.The boys are resting near a grove of dried up bushes. A town stands half a mile away, the noise of the villagers reaching them on the breeze."Back home," he responds gruffly. His brow is in a constant state of tenseness. There is a rough shadow of a beard forming on his jaw."What are you going to do when the chief comes after you? He knows where the cottage is."Jasper remains silent for a moment, staring off at the village. He watches a group of children run circles around one another. They are all giggling, their cheeks coated in dirt. His shoulders relax at the thought that the Climont soldiers had not reached this far inland yet. He thinks of Drake and wonders how many citizens he must have killed on his way to Zaline. He may be betrothed to Eliana, but he is still a Climont Prince. He has blood on his hands. Jasper's heart twists as he imagines Eliana standing at the altar, hand in hand with Drake. N
"Milord, do you need any water," Junet questions softly, riding up to Drake's side on her horse.He shakes his head softly, "No, thank you."She bows her head before allowing her steed to fall back.Drake shifts atop his own horse, before looking ahead. They are making great distance across Drein. In two more days they will arrive in Zaline.The werewolves run alongside the horses in their animal form. Drake is able to tell which one is Rowan by his pale fur. It is a mixture of gleaming silver and a pale grey. He is unable to keep his eyes off the beast. He remembers the Vojik's musky scent and wonders why he had to attack Drake in his own tent. Was it to show dominance? Prove that because Drake is a human that he is inferior? Or is there another reason?Rowan shifts his head slightly, his gaze landing on Drake. The intensity of his stare causes a small shiver in the Prince's neck. He grits his teeth and hardens his expression as he notices the werewolf smirking."I must keep my
Eliana's entire body shuts down, her heart bleeding from the betrayal. There is a hole in her chest, nausea building up into her throat."Selma," her voice cracks, dry tears lighting her eyes on fire.The maid snorts harshly, almost rolling her eyes. She takes a step closer to the two women."We must go," Alma hisses to Eliana, grabbing her arm and pulling. "We need to get out of here."The Princess refuses to budge though, her wide gaze still on Selma."Did you really hate us that much?" She swallows a second wave of tears.Curling her lips, the handmaid softly shrugs, "You should not even be alive. Humans and Pivurlions should never be together.""Princess," Alma urges as she notices movement behind the throne, "Let's go."Eliana holds herself together, but only barely. The woman before her, who has raised her from infancy, has never truly loved her. "Why. . ." she clears her throat, "Why pretend?"Selma huffs, "Like I said before, I had very limited resources to accomplish
Eliana sighs with relief, tears welling up. "I thought you were dead.""No," the elderly woman bites out moving forward, "Hardly."The Princess takes a step forward, but an oddity in the way Selma is watching her, causes Eliana to pause.Alma continues to stare at the room, her eyes wide as she peers upon the golden throne. She blinks repeatedly before turning her attention onto the maid."Where is everyone?"Selma's gaze slowly shifts to the werebird, "Excuse me?""The citizens, soldiers. Where is everyone in Zaline," Alma elaborates. Her brow shifts up in inquiry."They have all either fled or have been captured," she states simply, her shoulders slightly lifting in a shrug."Selma," Eliana forces out her words, an unease building in her stomach. "Where is my father?"The woman's body shifts back to face her, a cruel curl twisting her lips, "Why did you have to survive? Why did you return?"Trying to organize her thoughts, Eliana frowns, "What do you mean?""You were not m
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