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The same Clara who had haughtily humiliated the dragon envoys in our past life had eagerly agreed the very first second this time around? I looked toward the center of the hall. Clara stood there in a flowing, moon-white gown, bowing gracefully to the dragon envoy. Her face was identical to the one from my memory, but her lips carried a smug satisfaction she couldn't quite hide. Our eyes met. Her smirk widened, throwing a deeply meaningful look my way. In that instant, everything clicked. She had been reborn, too. She knew the Dragon Clan would rule the continent. She knew the Dragon Queen would hold absolute power. So, she moved first to claim that crown for herself.

Because if yes… then I’m ready to be your princess. “Kuya!” Both he and Paolo looked up at the sound of his younger sister Y’da Mae’s voice. Her eyes sparkled like she’d spotted fresh prey. She hurried down the stairs, her gaze fixed on his knight in shining armor. “OMG! Kuya, is your friend an actor?” she squealed, reaching for Paolo’s face. But Rey Jhon quickly slapped her hand away. If only his family knew he was crooked, he’d scream right now: Paolo’s mine! No one’s allowed to take him away from me!

Yanking away from her grip, Reena raised one arm gently to rub at her gloved hand, her lips pursed stubbornly as she ignored Caelan’s and his icy questions, but the growing look of dark delight in his eyes at her disobedience was enough to set her straight. “Break in, steal the Pandora, and break out?” Reena answered sarcastically, watching with delight as his eyes narrowed, but the look of silent rage was dispelled the next instant as he smiled, his silver eyes lighting up with the action, but Reena knew better than to fall for his act.

She was glowing, radiant in a way that made it clear she knew how much power she held tonight. Nene leaned in again, whispering, "Reyna looks stunning, doesn't she? I thought you'd care." I scoffed, trying to hide the annoyance brewing in my chest. "She's irrelevant. Don't let her looks fool you." But even as I said that, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. There was something about Reyna that bothered me—a deeper mystery I couldn’t yet unravel. She had become too comfortable, too confident in a pack where she should have felt like an outsider. And tonight, it felt like she was preparing for something bigger than just an evening with the lords.

They are still moping when I pull them into my arms and kiss their cheeks, then wipe their tears. “I am not a good mate. I am too much work,” they sob. “No. You are not too much work. You are a masterpiece in all that is pure and innocent in the realm of the Fae, yet misunderstood by outsiders. Does that make sense?” I ask, not even sure if I follow what I am saying, but knowing that to me Reinaux is the most pure and innocent of my mates, the least tainted by human expectations and morality and the most instinctual.

Reyona thought as she almost lost her composure when she thought briefly that this was the kind of sweet kid she had instigated her separation from her mother. She nodded at the girl who moved closer to her and checked out her patterned tunic top as she bestowed another "Pwety" comment on Reyona."You are pretty too," Reyona said to the child, who beamed beautifully before she turned around in a pirouette like she was on a runway. The girl was a beauty with her curly brown hair, piercing pale blue eyes, and clear skin devoid of freckles that were most prominent on the faces of kids her age. "Do you think we should let her get close to Leah like that? We don't know her."

She asked almost shouting as she never once saw nor heard of a werewolf who can read mind. It's like they're vampires. "No, we can't. But I'm good at reading expressions, and yours shows too visibly." Fiona scoffed at his answer before rolling her eyes. She didn't believe it, she wasn't even looking at him in the first place so how could he read her expression? She shook her head at the thought and was about to stand up when Joaquin was quick to pin her down back to the bed. Her back softly lay at the soft mattress as her hair once again scattered at the pillows.

Jana sat with her facial expression stern and unfriendly. One glance in her direction will scare people away. Although inside she's screaming like a crazy fan girl. Hailey Greystone is a warrior princess! Moves like one and does look like it. The female protagonist presented herself tall and gorgeous in all leather glory. Jana now had a full description of her in person. She's a fierce woman who loves bright colors with unnerving passion.

I saw women as a toy, to be played with and dumb the next minute I find a better toy but Reina, the first time I saw her in my house, I could not even vision her as a toy. The way she fought and killed that day was so freaking hot. She beat and killed a lot of guards by herself and held me at gun point until I knocked her out cold and return her back to where she came from. Words can never describe Reina because some words for her description do not exist yet. She is stronger than she thinks, just looses her confidence whenever Rarf's around and turns out Rarf's everywhere.

Reyna loved meeting her fans, until she faced a series of attacks when she went out unguarded, no matter how she wanted to live normal fame had come with its disadvantages. Jones watched as Reyna pulled off her helmet, the sun rays made her skin and beautiful red hair shine and the way she shook her head around gently trying to rearrange her hair made her look like a goddess. She was just so perfectly beautiful. “I hate it when you stare like that.” Reyna frowned. “I am not going to hide the fact that I find you very beautiful, Reyna.” Jones complimented. “So do I.” Someone said from the shadows.