Novel & Cerita The Packs Princess Left

She was desperately fleeing her abusive maternal uncle, bearing the physical toll of bruises and battering he had administered. When they met, Princess Lana was gathering special plants in Mystwood, the forest, and the only border between the Purple Pack and the Black Pack. She mended her wounds and also gave her a spare dress. She met the Black Pack Alpha that day, completely smelling like her. Serafina recalls the masked man’s threat, and she swiftly gathers her composure. She inhales deeply, then exhales, dispelling the haunting memory as she races down the corridor with renewed determination to put an end to the Red Pack Princess’s life.

It seemed it had to be something with a lot of secrets she didn't want anyone to hear about. "There's something you need to know," she began, her voice hushed. "My princess I don't know if I am meant to tell you this but I think that lady from the party has gotten herself into trouble. She has been dragged to the dark room and the prince had instructed that her left leg should be imputed" "What lady?" I asked, sounding very confused. I had no idea what she was talking about. " She's the Alpha princess of the Crestine pack, the pack you are from. I have no idea how she had offended the prince, I was busy with the Queen's affairs when I stumbled upon the scene" Eva replied.

‎PORSHA POV ‎ ‎“I am done packing princess. We have to go now” Anne informed, dragging my luggages to the center of the room. ‎I took one final look at the room's entirety, as a dull ache rose in my chest. ‎“Anne I still can't believe, I am leaving this place. Gone to a land of no return” I said, tears pricking my eyeballs. ‎Anne dropped the luggages, rushing to my side with a worried frown on her face as she took my hands in hers.

They stopped before the throne and bowed. “Greetings, Alpha. Greetings, Luna,” they said together. Polly studied them one by one. They were beautiful, graceful, rehearsed. She smiled. Too bad they’ll all be dead soon. The women gave their names: “Princess Casandra of RedBrooks Pack,” said the first one with brown eyes, her head bowed. “Princess Amira of Hoodwinds Pack,” said the middle one, with thick black hair, shorter than the rest. And then the last:

She couldn't really say what she had seen, but it made her feel uneasy. The next morning, the palace felt heavy with quiet worry. The news that Princess Isla was gone spread like a cold wind through the hallways that echoed. Her room, which used to be a safe place with soft cloth and light, now showed something strange had happened – the strong frame of the door was broken and pulled apart, and the heavy wooden door was lying sideways on the floor. People whispered quietly, looking scared. The guards didn't know how a princess, locked safely in her room, could just disappear.

I packed my things in suitcases and left the house, holding my chin high with pride. I was the princess of my Pack. I came to this pack as Luna. And now I'm going to be an Alpha of my pack. I stopped in front of the main gate and looked back at the pack house where I only spent one month after marriage. “We will meet very soon, ex-husband. Good bye.” I put on my sunglasses and walked to my car and drove away.

Rebecca was still running while sniffing every path she travelled. Her daughter's last clue was at Alpha Orion's small pack. The old woman's smile grew. She recognised the pack leader. However, her steps were halted by one of her subordinates running towards her. The subordinate's face was so frightened and anxious that Rebecca frowned. "What's going on over there?" "Forgive us for coming late, Queen. The princess has vanished along with the destruction of the Orion pack," Rebecca's beta subordinate replied.

“Stop,” one of them says calmly. I step half a pace in front of Alaric without making it obvious. “Who are you?” “Phoenix Pack,” the other replies. Of course they are. The pack every Alpha is suddenly talking about. The pack tied to the goddess rumours, and whose territory hunters seem to avoid as if it’s cursed ground. “We’re here for her,” the first one says. "We have not stepped foot into your territory, and don't plan to, unless she does."

He stopped beside me and surveyed the crowd. “Why are you all here?” Ten warriors immediately pointed at me. “Marek,” I said flatly. “Control your people.” “They are not children,” he said. “They behave like children,” I replied. Someone whispered, “She is not wrong.” Marek’s jaw twitched. “Explain.” One warrior stepped forward nervously. “Alpha, we simply wanted the princess to bless our rooms.” Marek stared at him. “Bless your rooms.”

I stood on the balcony of my newly built palace, looking out over my domain. The Silver Moon Pack was just the beginning. Over the year, I had conquered and absorbed twelve more packs, building a werewolf empire that spanned half the North. A man walked up beside me. He was my most trusted advisor. "Your Highness, three more packs are requesting to join our empire." "Let Ares handle it," I said without turning. "There is one other thing," he hesitated. "It's about Damian and his family..." "What about them?" "Rumor has it, they spend their days praying to the Moon Goddess, begging for a forgiveness that will never come. Hoping to have their wolf blood restored."