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Graces’ POVIt’s been 5 years since I became the Queen Luna, the thoughts of this being an easy life far gone from my memory. I look at my gorgeous mate as he sleeps, his godlike features relaxed as if he doesn’t have the weight of the entire supernatural world on his shoulders. I think of the stories of our parents, how difficult it was not only to scent their mates, but to capture their hearts and the difference in our story, we knew, and it took nothing for us to become entangled with one another. I lay rubbing my flat tummy, wishing and praying for a pup to be inside, it’s the only thing we both want at this point, and it just doesn’t happen. I’ve spoken to Momma about it, and she said that it will come in time, not to worry about it, but how can I not, I’m the Queen Luna and have not produced an heir for the entire Kingdom.His voice breaks my thoughts, “Mon amour, please stop worrying,” he kisses my cheek, “I am not complaining about trying to have a pup,” his sexy smile beam
Grace’s POV 108I was about to call out to him, he was leaving me alone in the middle of a dance floor when a low menacing growl came from behind me. I gulped and spun around and staring into the chest of a man. My head tilted up and Blaze stood there, and my heart skipped a beat as his green eyes looked down at me, I smiled, and he took a step closer. His eyes bore into mine and his lips twitched, as if fighting off the urge to smile.I bowed my head, he was making me nervous, maybe I was right, and he didn’t scent me and now he’s going to embarrass me in front of all these people and tell me I’m not his mate. I turned quickly and darted for my parents, only to be caught around the waist and spun into his chest. I heard my mother growling but then she stopped, I wanted to look at her, see what had upset her, but I knew it was because of me. I put my hands on his chest and pushed at him, “let go of me, right now,” I demanded and to my surprise he did. I took a step back and gla
Grace’s POV 109 – 9 years later“I’m not sure about this Momma, we should have stayed in the states and not have everyone come to France for my 18th birthday, what if he was wrong and it was just that I smelled good, but not as a mate should smell.” I can’t help but be shitting myself right now, this seems like a fairytale, and I should be ecstatic over it, but if he was wrong and I’m not his mate then the last 9 years of my life have been a lie and I don’t know if I can deal with that. I was just a kid and yes, I wanted nothing more than for the only living prince that was known to us to be my mate and live a fairytale life, but I’m not a kid and have learned everything a true to life princess should have learned. I learned 5 foreign languages, French, of course, Italian, Russian, Spanish and German. I was sent to etiquette classes and began training the second they left our territory that day. I’ve been groomed to be the perfect Queen, but what if I’m not what he wants, what if
Veronica’s POV “Grace if you don’t sit still, I’ll never get your hair done,” I glare at my 9 year old daughter.She giggled, “sorry Momma, I’m just so excited, I mean the King and Queen are coming here, to our home today, aren’t you excited Momma.”I chuckle, “yes, very, but I’ve met them several times and I know you were a new born when we traveled to France and stayed at their home, but you have met them already.” I stand back and smile, “okay, is that how you wanted your hair today?”She looks in the mirror and smiles, “yes, it’s perfect,” she spins around, “there son, the prince he will be here too?”I arch a brow at her, “aren’t you a bit young to worry about the prince,” I shake my head, “he’s too old for you anyway and is a prince, now you behave yourself around him,” I give her a pointed look.She giggles, “yes, Momma, I’ll just go help Auntie Rochelle with her pup, if that’s okay?”I smiled, “of course, don’t be a nuisance though and thank her for your dress, it was very
Bastien's POV"Okay now, tell Daddy exactly what Jaxson did to make you so angry?" My 4-year-old was so angry that he called his cousin Jaxon a poopy head. I guess that's really bad on Veronica's level of thinking because now I'm trying to reason with my 4-year-old son. Dalton sits with a huff and crosses his arms over his tiny chest and mumbles, "hims better, Qween is hims auntie." I chuckle, "well son, I know the King and Queen too, would you like to meet them?" His eyes go wide, "pweese, Daddy." I nodded at him as I scoop him up, "of course we can and I'm sure Queen Jade will want you to call her auntie too. Now let’s go have some fun okay and no more using potty language to your cousin." I tickle his belly and he laughs, a laugh that warms my heart every time I hear it.We walk back out to the patio, and I place him down, he runs to his uncle Lucas and tackles him, there more like brothers, since they're raised together in the same pack. We live in the cabin that I built
Bastein’s POV – 6 months laterI grabbed Veronica and Dalton and headed for the car, “I can’t wait for you to see it, everything is perfect, just as you wanted.”She giggled, “Bastein, why do you have me blindfolded, this is so silly, I’ve seen the house.”He chuckled, “I know but humor me, just this once.”He helped me out of the car and walked me a few feet, “okay take off the blindfold.”Veronica removed the blindfold and looked straight ahead, the squeal that left her lips was ear-piercing as she saw Rochelle standing on the front porch. They moved towards each other and hugged, “I missed you so much Veronica,” Rochelle whispered.Veronica spoke, “I missed you too, let me get a good look at you,” she pulled her to arm’s length, scanning her from head to toe and then back. “How have you been, how’s the new Alpha, your business’, tell me everything,” Veronica spoke with excitement.I heard a chuckle and looked behind them as Mason appeared, he put his arm around Rochelle and kisse