The Packs Princess Left Novels & Stories

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.”

She was still a good six months away from her twenty-first birthday, and I had time to prepare her for what she was. Wordlessly, Mickey handed me water while he kept his eyes on Quinn. I grinned to myself and took the offered water, handing my mate one one of the bottles. “P- Prince,” Kendrick stuttered while had gave me the backpack. “Missus Lowry packed for the- the- Princess?” he asked as if he wasn’t sure where exactly in the hierarchy Quinn fitted. I nodded at him. Princess was as good a title as any other as far as I was concerned. “’Kay,” he said, sounding unconvinced. “She said there’s some…of her secret potion in the pack for the…Princess. She said Princess Quinn will understand wha

It'll surely be great fun. Luca could only scream. Amidst Luca's agonizing screams, he was hoisted up to the abandoned building's rooftop. Just then, Vincent finally arrived. "Luca!" Luca cried uncontrollably. "Vince, don't come over here. Run!​​ This woman is a lunatic!" After thinking for a bit, he shouted again, "I have a few bags of chips hidden in my backpack. Consider them my legacy. They're all yours now! "When I'm gone, don't forget me!"

Princess Meliora. I read their names. I am assigned to wash their beautiful and thick clothes. They are the children of the three siblings of our pack's Luna Cordelia. Our pack is ruled by the Hastings hierarchy, and our pack is named after their surname, the Hastings pack. All the Hastings are already considered royalty. Our Alpha, named Alpha Archibald, is the true Hastings, and he was only married to our Luna. Now, all the family members of the crowned Luna will also be considered royalties. But only their children have the right to inherit the throne, and if they are not fortunate enough to have one, they will choose from the Hastings family only.

He coos to me, wrapping me in his arms. “I do.” I whimper out, relieved to no longer be alone with the bastard. “Well, I am here now, so don’t worry, Princess. I will take care of everything. You just need to point and tell me what to pack. Think you can do that?” He says, and I nod. “Will you record everything in case they broke some of my things in the last hour?” I ask quietly, getting a chuckle so deep, I feel it down to my toes.

Christina didn’t just disappear, I remembered her mentioning her friend in court. “What about Priscilla? That omega friend of hers can you check with her?”. I paused as I remembered her saying Priscilla had left the pack and I wondered why but then it only meant Christina wasn't in pack grounds, the realisation made my heart drop and Jonathan started becoming restless. Gabriel shifted. “Priscilla left the pack, Luna Christina said it herself that day.” I sighed heavily, the worry now twisting into something sharper. “Right, Damn it. Send out more wolves.

The shocking revelation that I received from the young girl left me utterly stunned. As she continued explaining, a surprising twist emerged. The new pack members considered the princess as symbol of luck. In their eyes, joining our pack after her birth was a stroke of good fortune, and they viewed the little princess as their good luck charm. This insight shed light on their motivations and the underlying belief that fueled their actions. Despite the initial shock, there was a silver lining. The loyalty these new pack members demonstrated towards the little princess revealed their positive intentions for our pack. It was heartening to realize that their attachment to the princess stemmed fr

The impact knocked the breath out of me, and by the time I scrambled up again, he was already pulling Arial out into the cold, rain-soaked night. “Leave!” he roared once they reached the porch. Rain splattered across Arial’s face, mixing with her tears. He stared at her as though she were a stranger. “I gave you children everything…everything. You think the outside world is kind? That it’s soft? That your freedom is worth more than your family? Fine. Go, leave this Pack and never return. You are no longer my daughter.” Arial’s eyes darkened with sorrow, but she lifted her chin, brave even in heartbreak. She glanced at me and managed a small, trembling smile.

Packing a small satchel with two simple dresses, her medical tools, and the small pouch of coins she had saved from her sewing work, Princess slipped out the back door like a shadow. She walked briskly down the narrow path leading away from the hamlet, her heart pounding against her ribs. Twenty minutes into her journey, just as the village boundary posts came into view, a sharp crunch of gravel sounded behind her. Princess whirled around, her hand instinctively reaching for the small herbal knife at her waist. Standing a few paces back, holding a poorly packed canvas bag and panting heavily, was Anna. Princess stared at her in utter shock. "Anna?! What are you doing here?"

"Then we'll go together." *** When we got close to Mooncrest, Flynn stopped. "I'll grab a few gifts. For your brother." The pups instantly started fussing, grabbing at his clothes and refusing to let go. "Me too! I want to pick the best one for Uncle Ronan!" I laughed and nudged Flynn. "Then I'll head back first and wait for you there." The second I stepped into Mooncrest Pack, every eye turned to me. Someone recognized me, and whispers rippled through the crowd.