~Trixie’s Point of View~   It had been about an hour since the King had left my room. In that time I’d showered and gotten dressed, then ate my other slice of pizza and chugged my soda. I looked at myself in the mirror and barely knew who was looking back at me.  My hair was shinier, my skin was almost glowing and my nails had even grown a bit overnight. My bra felt fuller and my jean shorts were a bit loose. Did I get bigger boobs but lose weight?? I could still hear my mates outside arguing. My … two … mates. Holy crap. It was by far and away enough to consider but compound that with them being princes? I definitely couldn’t handle seeing them both at the same time. I’d be way too overwhelmed. I p

~Dawson’s Point of View~   The ride to the palace was agonizing. I refused to leave Trixie’s side and Damien felt the same. She sat in the small space between us, pointing and asking about things the entire time. If I wasn’t so on edge from my fight with mother I’d have found it endearing. The old Queen had pretty much cussed me out in every way imaginable for breaking the engagement. I’d never seen her so angry. I’d had my best lawyer review the marriage contract with a magnifying glass. Literally all the language only applied once the marriage happened. It was all about the wedding itself and what came next. There was really nothing about it being called off, but unfortunately her parents had already announced it, rather publicly. As far as I was concerned, it was their problem. As long as we couldn’t get sued I didn’t care if

~Damien’s Point of View~   I was never one to pray much to the goddess, to ask for help. I never cared much about anyone other than myself. But now I had Trixie, and everything just moved in slow motion. Everything was me trying to keep train wrecks from touching her. But it seemed like for every one I stopped, another popped up. At least I got her away from that miserable bitch who made her life hell at camp. How do I keep her safe with constant threats, and try to begin a relationship at the same time? It had been a day since we arrived at the palace and already chaos was in abundance. Dawson was close to losing it, mother was ready to throw us both out. Father was keeping his stoic face, trying to be neutral and just absorb everything. To make matters worse I hadn

Hey everyone, thank you so much for reading ... I'm sorry to say my day job has really caught up with me, my office has had two retirements in the last month and we were already short staffed. I am going to have to put this book on pause for probably at least two weeks while I rack up a lot of extra hours in the real world. I hate to do it but I after a twelve hour day and still getting some time with my family, I just can't give this the attention it needs right now. Thank you so much for your undertanding and I hope to be back soon! :) :) please keep the book in your library and you'll receive notifications when I have a new chapter! ~Saree Bee   Update 12/16/21   I really appreciate your patience while I not only got through some real world issues but I went back and heavily reworked this book. I inserted a new chapter so it may seem like you had to pay for this one again but you should have gotten Ch20 which is new, for free if you'd alr

~Trixie’s Point of View~   “Books will be written about Golden Wolf Beatrix. There hasn’t been one for centuries! Oh and you’re a hero! You’ll be absolutely celebrated,” the King said, practically giddy and giving me a half hug. He’d already seen me the night I first shifted. I didn't know why he was acting like this was new news.   “Yes! Can you believe it! Quiet little Trixie, coming to the rescue,” Dawson cooed in front of reporters.   “Yes but who is Beatrix exactly? Does she work in the palace? Is she a distant cousin,” someone asked.   All I wanted to do was run and hide, but instead dozens of people stared at me, waiting for me to relay the story. Though I quickly found I didn’t need to, Draven was fawning al