All Chapters of Princess Stolen: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Stephanie's Point of ViewThe Royal convoy arrived before lunch. I knew because every servant in the house suddenly developed the ability to run.To be honest, it was more of a panic run, afraid that Luna Mirella would find fault, which would lead to being whipped. I wasn't the only one he whipped. No Omega was above that, but I took the lion's share.Alpha Geoff stood outside with Luna Mirella and Cassandra. Their eldest son, Darius, stood beside them.I remained upstairs. That instruction had come directly from the Alpha."Stay upstairs, out of sight," he had instructed. "Don't, under any circumstances, ruin this!"I wasn't sure how I could personally ruin the Royal Family's visit, but I would do as I was told. The menace in his voice told me that he would most likely beat me close to death. Medical bills would add to my unknown amount of debt. I knew this was true because he told me last time.I was changing sheets in an unused bedroom when car doors sounded across the courtyard. S

Stephanie's Point of ViewThe Royal Family was staying for three days, which meant the entire packhouse had to survive three days of Luna Mirella behaving as though a misplaced spoon could bring down the monarchy.I ate in the kitchen, trying to stay as far away from the Royal Family as possible. I might push my lack of respect for the Alpha family at times, but I really didn't like being whipped. That said, I had been whipped before for minor infractions or because Cassandra had decided I deserved it.Eating in the kitchen suited me until Beta Marcus entered, and I knew something was wrong before he spoke. He was a solid man in his late forties, with greying brown hair and the heavy build of a wolf who had spent most of his life training beside pack warriors. Beta Marcus had served as Alpha Geoff's Beta for longer than I had been alive. He was usually easy to read because he rarely bothered hiding what he thought. If he was irritated, everyone knew. If he thought one of Geoff's order

Ronan's Point of ViewWhile Lucian kept Cassandra talking, I concentrated on the room around us. I had already counted three entrances into the dining room. The main doors behind Father were the obvious route, while the servants used the smaller entrance leading towards the kitchen. A third door near the far wall opened into a hallway that eventually connected with the front hall.Six Royal Guards were positioned throughout this part of the packhouse. Two outside the dining room, two near the main entrance and another pair covering the rear of the building. There were another six, supposedly resting, preparing to take over at shift change. Alpha Geoff's own warriors remained outside, although I had seen several moving through the grounds during dinner. I knew where every one of them was supposed to be.I also knew how quickly I could get Mother and Father out of the room if something went wrong. The windows presented the weakest point. Too many of them, all facing the grounds, with en

 Stephanie's Point of View A growl rolled through the hallway, and both of us froze. It certainly hadn't come from me. Another growl followed the first. This was deeper and closer than before. This time, Cassandra's breathing caught in my throat. I looked towards the far end of the hallway. Three men stood there. I had only caught one glimpse of the Royal Princes through the window, but I knew exactly who they were. Their photographs appeared often enough in newspapers and online that most people in the Kingdom would have recognised them. They seemed considerably larger in person. Lucian stood in the centre, dark-haired and broad-shouldered, with the composed expression I recognised from official photographs. Kieran was slightly leaner, his dark hair falling a