Romans & histoires The Betrayed Princess Rising

I warn again, voice sliding toward a snarl. “Oh, I am being careful,” Roan spits out. “Because if I say what I want to say, I might lose my head.” I lean forward slightly, letting the wolf show through my eyes. “Try me.” He throws his hands up. “Damn it, Arkan! You’re betrothed!” A muscle jumps in my jaw. “To a political arrangement.” “To Astria,” he hiss. “A princess of the East. A treaty-bound alliance. Years of negotiations on the line. The council is already on edge. Her king trusts your word. The entire kingdom expects…”

And landed directly on my chest. Pain shot through me. But instead of breaking me It unlocked something deeper. My eyes glowed silver. The air exploded outward with force. All attackers were thrown back violently. The traitor crashed into a pillar. When the dust settled I was no longer standing as the confused girl from the pack. I stood at the center of the throne room. Power radiating from my body. The throne had chosen. The bloodline had awakened. The traitor stared at me in shock. “You cannot control that power.”

“Queenie, you’ve lost your mind. Do you understand the consequences of this? If you’re caught practicing forbidden demonic cultivation and killing your fellow disciples, you’ll be imprisoned in the Soul-Locking Tower and forced to suffer the agony of soul extraction, day and night.” “Queenie, stop now. Don’t keep making one mistake after another.” Ignoring them, I tossed a sachet at Julian’s feet and asked coldly, “Do you remember this?” Julian glanced down, and his expression changed instantly. “You used the delusional powder on me to make me go astray. What’s wrong now? Are you not happy that you’ve gotten what you wanted?” Panic flashed across his face as he desperately tried to cover the

Whispers crawled through the crowd like smoke. The Traitor Princess. I could almost hear the words forming on their tongues. I kept my face blank, my posture careful, shoulders slightly drawn, gaze lowered just enough to look subdued but not broken. Fernando had warned me once: weakness invited cruelty, defiance invited death. So I found a balance in the thin line between both.

Only royals could shift into silver wolves, so I was certain I'd met the young princess. I'd wanted her ever since. Every woman who approached me got the same refusal. Any man who insulted her got a warning. My fingers tightened on the sheet. I had no interest in starting a pointless feud between packs, but what that man had said about the princess was more than I could stomach. I adjusted the pillow beneath my head. I needed sleep before the next assessment. Jax shoved a picture of Ari into my head. Deep red hair, sea-green eyes, a mole at the outer corner of one eye. Even in my head, she looked ready to argue.

One night without danger, secrets, or the complicated mess surrounding them. But Hope Elara was sitting across from him in the dress she had hidden for years, slowly trusting him with pieces of herself she had kept buried. And Valduz was still hiding something from her. Something that could destroy that trust. For the first time that night, he wondered if keeping quiet was more dangerous than telling her the truth. Because the closer Hope Elara came to trusting him completely, the worse the betrayal would feel when she learned about Anastasia Rizen from someone else.

" Hella explained. Bria said her nerves were biting her skin. She had just almost filled this vial. Barely seconds away from Dahlia removing hers, and now there was a tone of hesitation in her blood. When she looked at Rivenna, she recalled that Rivenna was nothing but a spoiled brat who had been treated as a princess and nothing more. She immediately felt like she was miles ahead. A smile grew on her face, "and I accept the trial. I grew up with the strongest of rogues," Bria muttered. "I will surely win this for my mate," Bria declared, earning a smile from a prideful-looking Ryson. “I will do this for him and for my late child”. She muttered to groan sympathy making sure every sinister ey

I had no reason to hide the truth, and Calla should be able to handle it. "Lucian, listen. Let me tell you about Calla and the reason behind all this." Stephanie then began to explain to me what she knew about Calla's past. She told me how Calla had been a princess in her pack, respected by all, and how no one had ever mistreated her. "Calla is not who you think she is. Calla is of royalty, she was a princess before she was banished by her father. You should thank of her as someone who was respected by her subordinates. If you watch closely, you make her look like she is slave."

Why are you here," Quinn questioned. Betty rushed over on her knees in front of the princess seated in the carriage. "Princess, Please this is not what you promised, you said if I help you, you would give me Allan and princess Felicia would be away" "Help, did you say help, you little filthy thing" "How dare you, know your place." The guards at the palace door behind Betty swiftly stretch their Spears across her neck. "I never made such promise, you should be lucky I have spared you, now fool out of my sight"

There was pure silence before realisation slowly sunk in. "This was a set up? Oh my God, this was all a set up!" I felt like I was robbed of my life. "Set up ? What are you talking about?" She looked confused, trying to connect the dots inside her head. "This contract fiasco, this edited video , everything. Everything was set up to ruin our wedding." I ran my hands through my hair as I felt restless. "Brae , I don't understand. What does this have to do with your wedding?" I looked at Bri and bit my lips trying to calm the turbulence inside my heart.