All Chapters of The Werewolf Princess Rogue Bodyguard Is Her Mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Hazel's POV The cold night breeze brushed against my bruised wrist as I pressed my back against the frame of my bed. Clutching my stomach, I felt a sharp, raw pain hitting my insides as I remained paralyzed on the cold marble floor, unable to feel my legs. With little strength to scream, I only whispered to myself. “Is this how I am going to die? Mateless and a virgin.” My vision was blurry, and I was finding it pretty difficult to sniff out a thing. I felt like my nostrils were blocked, causing the air to feel dry. I could only hear my heart beating fast against my rib cage; the feeling was starting to make my chest hurt so bad because it felt like it was going to burst any moment. Beads of sweat slid down my forehead as I struggled to control my breath. I wasn't healing. The vicious-looking man strolled down to where I was and kneeled; our eyes met, and I could sense the cold and burning hate in them. Who could he be? An Assassin? Or perhaps one of my fathers sworn enemies? Hi

Damian's POV I overheard some castle maids talking about Hazel's near death incident, and without hesitating, I had to rush down to be by her side. Princess Hazel and I have been friends for like forever, and our parents are pretty close because my father's the beta of the pack. "Who on earth are you, and what are you doing in the princesses chambers?” I asked, glaring at the black-haired young man in Hazel's room. He dusted his hands on his milk colored long sleeved shirt and ignored me. I bit my lip hard, trying to take the disrespect, and without hesitating, I blocked his path, ready to attack the moment my wolf felt something off about him. He paused and watched closely. “I only answer to the princess, so get out of my way before I strike you down,” he replied. His pupils were crimson red now. I wanted to talk back, but rather my wolf stayed mute. Acknowledging a higher authority. I coughed and swallowed back the words in my throat. Who on earth is this man?"Damian! What's

Remy's POV The air in the throne room was thick with tension, each heartbeat could be heard, as could the sound of Hazel's clothing rubbing against each other. I could feel the brewing conflict cooking, but it was not in my place to intervene. "Father, what was that all about?” She questioned, her brows drew together in a thin line. Finally breaking the silence. "I did this for you, my flower," the alpha assured her, sincerity evident in his tone. He could still be lying. She scoffed. “For me? You chose Damian over me, over your daughters happiness," she roared, with veins popped on her forehead. He massaged his temple and sat upright. “Hazel, please! Let's not do this right now.”Seeing where all this was going, I don't think spoilt princess would listen. Bet she hates Damian that much. Just accept it. I stood still, with my arms crossed across my chest. She clearly has some guts, calling the alpha out for deciding for her: exactly what a spoilt brat would do when they don't h