The Alpha King's Mate
It makes sense now,’ Vivian’s eyes are alight with excitement.
‘What does?’
‘You’re the Enchanted Forest Princess,’ Vivian announces.
I pull my hood down, knowing I’ve been found out, but I feel I can trust Vivian. She looks at my violet-coloured eyes in awe and takes in my soft pale skin, rosy-tinged cheeks, small nose, and plump, pink lips. My midnight hair flows down to my hips. Ella and Grace are stunned. A real-life princess sits at their kitchen table with them, drinking tea. I undo the clasp on my cloak and untie the olive-green strings, draping my velvet cloak over the back of my chair.
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