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THREE MONTHS LATER ARIETTA'S POV "So it's rainbow and princess themed?" I asked Rosé, my 10yrs old client, and she nodded. "Yeah, more like a Disney themed kind of party." "Ooh, I like that so let's talk about your outfit. I'm thinking more of a ball gown or what Disney princess do you love most?" "Um..I love Princess Jasmine from Aladdin." She said and I hummed, writing down all the important information in my notepad.

However, I could also tell that she wasn’t stable at the moment. She hazily looked at me and stuttered, “H-he isn’t as hot as y-you and Kyle.” Ouch… That hurt. One look at me, and she already judges my look? How could anyone be as hot as the Flockhart men anyway? “Don’t take that to heart. She’s referring to temperature, not looks. I believe you are very handsome.” A tiny, innocent voice said beside me. I turned my head and came face to face with another well-known princess—Princess Elora, the youngest of the Flockhart women.

And my princess is no Beta, she is a queen, a Luna at least. “Already an overprotective father?” Crystal teases, coming up with Daisy. “That Sophie is cute as button. She and Daisy go to the same school.” “Sophie?” Daisy asks with a squished-up nose. “Yes,” Carl kneels down to his daughter. “Sophie is the new Pack Princess. Her Mommy is our Luna.” “Her mommy is a maid,” Daisy says, sticking her nose in the air. “Sophie is not a princess.” “Sophie is the pack princess now,” Crystal corrects her. “You will show her respect, young lady, or expect punishment.”

Instead of exerting my effort trying to see what was going on, I just decided to ask one of the princesses. “Hey,” I said, tapping a blonde girl’s shoulder. “What?” She snapped, not looking at me. I raised my eyebrows in surprise. Damn. What is she so mad for? “What’s going on? What’s with all of the commotion?” “Oh,” her tone suddenly changed. “There’s this really hot guy in the training grounds. Nobody knows who he is, but everyone’s gushing about his good looks and body. I only saw him for a second, but I have to agree. If these freaking princesses would stop hogging the view all by themselves, then I would see him for much longer this time,” she said, trying to move to the front of the c

A flash of red burst into his vision. Sophia leaned against the doorframe, a smirk on her red lips. "The great Marcelli heir certainly takes his time. You made a princess wait for half an hour." The afternoon sun streamed through the blinds, casting a golden halo around her. She was as brilliant as a flame, burning her way into his black-and-white world. In that moment, he appeared unfazed, but his heart had skipped a beat. After that, she found endless ways to cause trouble—a laxative in his whiskey, important contracts folded into paper airplanes, parading around in a scandalous nightgown during a family meeting. He met every challenge, playing the long game.

"You borrowed my style." "Excuse me?" She removed her sunglasses. "This is my turf." Oh. Okay. "I didn't get the memo," I said, raising a brow. "You got a patent on white boots and genderfluid glammery?" She smiled. "You're spunky. I like it. But behave yourself, Snow Princess." I winked at her. "I dance like I tread. Unstable and fierce." She snorted. "Touché." And then she turned away, her perfume behind her like judgment and roses.

She really is far too sweet for this world. Hearing us laughing the men all stop and look in our direction, spotting us Maddox comes over. “Princess, everything alright?” He asks as he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me to him. My mind starts replying our earlier fuck and I feel my core throb as my hand goes to his rock hard pecs. Maddox growls, leans in and whispers “I will kill every man here if you don't get your naughty little mind under control”

“Sure, she’s a princess but she’s not even your type! I mean, she’s thin. And mouthy. And tiny. I bet she can’t even throw a decent punch.” “Who is this bitch?” Nia gasped. “Hey, I’ve been told I could have been a hand model!” Belle retorted. “And paw model!” Nia interjected. “You’re not his type!” “Why not? Because I can read and write? Oh, and don’t forget my incredible personality.” “Because you’re a filthy mutt.” Sierra growled.

"God, look at this mess I have turned you into... A sexy, hot mess" "That was ecstatic" she whimpered against his lips. "I know. I know. And this is just the beginning, Princess."

" I growl in anger and Miguel is no better. He wants to take over and go on a killing spree. Summer sits up and pulls me in a hug. "Shhhh my love. Forgiveness is a worse off punishment than death.* She gently says this and I can't believe her. Truly, my mate has a heart of gold. I lift my head and ask. "Is there more mi querida princessa?"(My dear princess) "Yes my love there is more. However, this time, I then discovered my strength." I pull her closer and kissed her. Gently, I probe her lips till she grants me permission. She kisses me back with equal passion and love. Through that kiss, we let our love for each other flow.