All Chapters of The Hidden Princess and Her Enemy Alpha: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Amelia’s POVWhen a rogue tore into my shoulder, I reached out to my mate, Alpha Ronan, through our mind link for help, only to discover he had blocked me.Just twenty minutes earlier, I hadn't seen the bloodshed coming. I was enjoying a quiet morning when Beta Harvey’s frantic voice shattered the peace.“Luna Amelia. Rogues. In the east forest. They’re approaching the border.” He rushed to report, his voice was tense. “I’ll mind link Ronan,” I had told him.“Alpha’s….occupied.” Harvey looked uncomfortable. Occupied? Our border was being attacked. What could be more important than that? “With what?” I asked.Harvey hesitated.“With Sarah,” he eventually said.“Oh.”Sarah.My heart dropped. Of course Ronan was with Sarah. Ronan was always with Sarah these days. Ronan was my fated mate and the Alpha of the Moonvale Pack. Sarah was the Chief Warrior’s daughter, and Ronan’s childhood friend. I always thought their relationship was innocent.Until recently.As his Luna, Ronan used to

Amelia’s POVI glared at Ronan. Did he actually think I was just sitting around making soup? I was the pack Luna. I was busy from sunrise to sunset with pack obligations.“So you’re not going to make soup?” Sarah batted her eyelashes. She rubbed her belly. “That’s a shame.”Ronan coughed. “Actually,” he said. He smiled awkwardly. “I’ve made a mistake. Now that I think about it, it isn’t Amelia who makes the soup. It’s the maid, Claire.”“Then have the maid make the soup,” Sarah shrugged.“Go back to the packhouse, Amelia. Tell Clarie to prepare some soup for Sarah. We still have a couple prenatal tests. We’ll be home shortly.”Seriously? Was he for real?“What? No.” My voice was firm. I wasn’t an errand-girl. My shoulder throbbed. The stitches pulled when I tried to adjust my arm. The doctor told me I needed to rest. I should be at home in bed.“What do you mean ‘no’?” Ronan’s brows furrowed.“I mean,” I quipped. “If you want soup, then tell Claire yourself.”Ronan let out a long, f

Amelia’s POVSarah stayed in the room while Claire went to get the vitamins. “I hope she hurries,” Sarah said. She pressed the back of her hand into her forehead. I rolled my eyes. Ronan helped Sarah to the bed. “What is this?” Sarah frowned. She pinched my red lingerie between her fingers and held it up.“That’s mine.” I snatched it from her. “It’s a gift. From Ronan. For our third anniversary.”“Hm,” she replied. “Well, we certainly do have different tastes.” She sneered. “That’s far too…revealing…for me. I prefer modesty.”She was insulting me. Implying that the lingerie was slutty. It was an insult. Whatever.Sarah was just jealous. Ronan wanted to be with me, not her.Claire returned an hour later, the vial clutched in her hands.“Thank you,” I smiled at Claire. She thrust the vial over to Sarah. Claire didn’t respond. And she didn’t look at me.“I passed Sarah a glass of water. She reluctantly swallowed two pills.“Okay,” Ronan said. “All done. Time to go back to your bedr

Amelia’s POVI walked until I was out of Moonvale pack’s territory, and I saw a familiar black SUV waiting for me. The driver got out and opened the door for me.“Thank you,” I said as I got in. “but who sent you?”“Lord Julian, of course. Princess, it is good to have you back. We missed you so much,” the driver said before closing the door.I didn’t say anything as I watched the buildings and trees pass by. I couldn’t help but feel nervous. What would my father say? What would Julian say? I let them down.‘There is nothing to worry about,’ my wolf reassured me. They will welcome us back with open arms. They are our family.’“Princess, we’re here,” the driver’s voice said, tearing me from my thoughts.I finally returned to my true home: Silverclaw Pack.The gates opened before I could even announce myself. Guards stepped aside instinctively, their posture shifting as they caught my scent. I was still wearing Moonvale colors, still smelled like a pack that had never truly accepted me.

Ronan’s POV“I accept it.”That was it. No hesitation. No argument. No begging.Just those two words and then she hung up.I sat there, stunned.My hand still gripped the phone. For a moment, I thought I’d imagined it. Maybe I misheard her, but I knew I heard her correctly.My wolf was snarling inside me, and the tearing sensation ripping through my chest told me this was real.The mate bond was gone.A clean, cold cut like Amelia sliced it with a knife.I didn’t think she had it in her. I thought she was trying a new tactic to get me to pay attention, to bend to her demands.I planned to call her bluff, and she’d cry, maybe scream, and tell me she was wrong.I even prepared myself to hear her beg for forgiveness. Amelia needed to just humble herself and I would offer her a way back if she’d just admitted she was wrong.I didn’t expect to be wrong.She did nothing that I had assumed she’d do. It was as if I was talking to a completely different person.Amelia accepted my rejection lik