The Alpha King's Princess
“You werewolves ritualized the fun out of everything.”
The door opened, and Messiah leaned in, covered in blood, and looking furious. He cracked his neck.
Shiloh offered him the cigarette and he took it as he sat down just inside the van and took a drag.
“They sliced the tires, and they’re closing in,” Messiah said. “Scouts. We need to move and send this useless princess back to her alpha.”
“I’m not useless!” I yelled. “I—"
“Beasts?” Shiloh asked.
“Many, big small, and in between,” Messiah huffed and looked at me. “You just had to piss him off didn’t you, princess?”
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