Semua Bab His Feisty Hybrid Princess: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Being the Princess of both the werewolf world and the faerie kingdom, Midsummer, Belle knew her life would always involve many responsibilities and for the most part, she was fine with that. So when her mother, Queen Serena, decides its time for Belle to take over as the Queen of Midsummer, Belle couldn't have been more excited. Except, this promise came with a catch.. more specifically, a marriage.. the exact situation Belle didn't want. Faerie Prince Layke of the Avalon Realm had no intentions of taking a wife, at least not yet. But when his father, King Eryek, refuses to let Layke claim the throne without the proposed marriage, he quickly comes up with an idea. Despite the pair not being particularly fond of one another, the marriage is the key to binding the two realms and creating a stronger union against an upcoming threat. Layke's proposal to Belle is simple... their parents said they had to get married, but they never said how long for. Layke and Belle would bond the two r

“What!” Both Belle and Prince Layke exclaimed in unison, abruptly rising from their seats.“Belle, please sit down.” Queen Serena sighed, not in the least bit surprised by her daughter’s outburst. “I wouldn’t decide upon this if it wasn’t for the good of the kingdom.” She reminded her daughter.“Father, this is madness. This surely this isn’t the only way.” Prince Layke shook his head in dismay. “She isn’t even my mate! I don’t think..”King Layke raised his brows as he folded his arms across his chest. “Since when were you planning on searching for your mate, Layke?” His father challenged.Prince Layke frowned. “That’s beside the point.” Prince Layke had decided a while ago that he wouldn’t be searching for his mate. Mates complicate matters and make it difficult to prioritise. He needed a clear head in order to put the good of his people first, he couldn’t be distracted by wanting to be around a woman every second of the day.“I don’t think this is particularly necessary, mother.” B

“Here she is,” Prince Layke smirked as he leaned over the balcony. “My dotting fiancé.” He teased. There was something about watching Belle roll her eyes that brought him immense satisfaction, a thrill he couldn’t get enough of. As expected, Belle rolled her eyes. “Come on Charming, lets get this over with.” Belle turned on her heels, heading back towards the grand hall. She wasn’t sure why she had to give Layke a tour, she was fairly certain that he would be able to figure out the grounds all by his big boy self. Layke chuckled as he followed Belle’s lead. “Here’s the grand hall, as you know.” Belle motioned her hands around to emphasis her point as she took deep strides throughout the room. As they left the room, Belle took a right and led Layke down the stone corridor. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling every two metres, and considering how long the corridor in front of him was, there was a fair few chandeliers. Each time they passed another crisp white set of double doors with a

Despite the nights previous events, both Layke and Belle managed to keep their pent up tension at bay as they joined Layke’s friends and some of the warriors for breakfast. As he sat drinking his coffee, Layke couldn’t help but watch Belle as she enjoyed the bacon on her plate. There was something so effortlessly sensual about each one of her movements, almost graceful and fluid. The way she chewed her food and licked those ample lips had his member threatening to combust. Ironically, Belle had no idea about the feelings she could stir up from the simplest of acts, even when his righthand man couldn’t keep his eyes off her either. Beau’s eyes were stuck to her like glue, much to Layke’s dismay but he couldn’t blame him either. Even Layke’s enforces seemed to helplessly admire her. She really was the most unwillingly sensual person he had ever seen. The fact that she was so oblivious to it only made the attraction grow. Belle lifted her eyes from her food, noticing the way the men on

Belle glanced at herself in the mirror, she didn’t remember a time she’d ever felt as beautiful as she did now. Her thick, blue hair was styled into loose waves with pieces from the sides being braided until they met in the middle at the back of her head. A few loose strands fell down the side of her face in an effortless yet put together fashion. Her sold gold tiara rested on her head perfectly, with potentially the biggest topaz gemstone she had ever seen positioned in the centre. Her lips had been painted a natural shade of pink, allowing the centre of attention to be on the soft blue eyeshadow along her eyelids, encouraging her ocean eyes to pop even bright than usual. Matching her hair and makeup, she was wearing the most exquisite topaz shaded gown she had ever seen. It started with a strapless corset, amplifying the curves of her body as it enveloped her waist, before delicate gold embroidery separated the corset into a free flowing, floor length skirt with a 3 metre train. T