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I try to tell him that I don't want him to kiss me, but I open my mouth, and no words come out, only making his smirk grow wider. "Oh, the things I would do to you" he moves closer, brushing our noses together. I feel myself move, begging for our lips to touch, but instead, he tilts my neck and kisses my neck. A small groan of pleasure escapes my mouth. I can feel his body quiver with excitement, knowing I was craving his touch. He kisses my neck again, slowly working his way to my ear and whispers. "now tell me the truth, my pretty little werewolf princess. Why are you avoiding me?"

My wolf kept begging me to mark her and claim her but I ignored him. “You should,” Klin growled in the back of my head. “Seal the bond and mark the shit out of her until she belongs to only us.” Ignoring him, I turned to Alaric. “There’s another reason tonight matters. The prisoner is one of the crimson witches who got turned into a wolf but she hasn’t shifted yet.” “So that’s why you didn’t kill her,” Alaric concluded. “That’s one reason why I didn’t kill her,” I corrected. I cracked my knuckles. “Her first shift will tell me everything I need.”

I gave him carte blanche to name our son whatever he chose as long as I could pronounce it. That afternoon, on his first day of life, the castle bells rang out in joyous declaration that Joshua Angus Devon, prince of the white vampires, had arrived. I was confined to my bed and Jack seized the opportunity to stay with me behind closed doors and discuss all that needed to be discussed, knowing there’d be no interruptions out of respect for the mother of their miracle prince. He told me how he’d been lured into thinking he was meeting Mark for a discussion about me and instead was jumped by black vampires and taken to their torture chamber. I relayed my story of being the one to unwittingly

I replied and extended my hands for him to shake, "My name's Abby. Nice to meet you." But he didn't shake it. He remained still in his position and I had no choice but to withdraw my hands, feeling embarrassed. "Your Highness's name is Greya of the Blue Moon Pack, mate of the Alpha Prince and crown princess of the Eastern Werewolf Kingdom," he declared much to Genebeth's amusement. I looked at her and saw that she was stifling a laugh. "Yeah, he says things like that sometimes. I got used to it. It's been a month. But really, you're their princess? Geez, Abby, what else are you not telling me?" She asked me and I couldn't tell if she was just joking or was she curious.

I turn again to face the Elder and politely ask to get the microphone. “You all know our history, also the part that was mixed with the werewolves. You all know the princess was mated to one of us—a regular wolf. Many do not know that she fell pregnant with her mates' pup. Her mate and the pup fled while she stayed behind to give them time to get away. After she was killed, the lycan king set out to find her mate and kill him. Her made had made it far away and been at a pack where he had friends.

"Yes, you. What's your name?" I had no interest in starting trouble, so I answered her casually. "Stella Asher." I was the Wolf Princess of the grasslands. The only true princess. I hunted my own wolf during my coming-of-age ceremony and made my own fur coat. Since then, I'd become a legend. Somehow, that story had been twisted into something else. People now believed I'd relied on my parents to get my fur, and now someone was even impersonating me. Still, I didn't want drama with her. I came here to live peacefully for the next four years.

"Mate, what does that mean?" He suddenly parked the car. "Princess, this is actually not the right place and right time to tell you all these but I have to if I don't want to keep you in the dark anymore. Paradise Creek……" "Is a pack of werewolves," I completed his statement for him. "Not just that Babe, it's a home of mystic creatures except Vampires" he replied. "How much do you know, Princess?" "You're a werewolf and so are Tommy and Ivy as well as Liam, I think I just found that out right now,"

Before Eliana can set her gaze on Jasper, several waves of wolves pounce into the courtyard, slaughtering dozens of rebels. Drake has brought werewolves? "Eliana, run," Evyn barks out at her from the ground. She blinks as she glances over at him, processing his words. "Oh, of course." She thinks before picking up her heavy chains and stumbling to the steps. As she takes the first one, Selma screams, lunging at her. The Princess does not have time to even cry out in terror as they both freefall off the platform. Eliana closes her eyes, preparing for the pain, but instead she lands into a strong embrace.

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He does not want to tell Daimon that he's doing this for fun because clearly, this is no fun at all. “And I'll use the privilege of a prince for that matter, Daimon. Now, report,” Daimon gave uo digging into the prince’s thoughts and instead handed Adhler a single scroll. “It was something that happened eleven years ago, the young lady of Adam Duchy was just five at the time. There was no clear record of what took place in that forest, but people say that the princess was actually a promising werewolf at the time… a prodigy that would've appear in a thousand year,” Daimon showed the prince a picture of little Charlene that is unconscious in her mother's crying face.