The Princess Imprints The Traitor Novels & Stories

Nezeira, “Your Highness, Ywain just sent a message that a werewolf has been apprehended as they were raiding the building. I will start interrogating him asap.” King Xavier, “Very well Princess, we all need some answers soon. Carry on.” Nezeira bowed and left for the outhouse. A few seconds later voice called her out and she stopped to look back. Prince Yihan came running towards her. He stood facing her, saying, “So? It’s Princess huh? Princess of Valdmore.” Nezeira, unmoved by Yihan’s gestures and body language, coldly replied, “It is.” Yihan, “So why didn’t you say so before.”

They are looking for the fugitive Princess and runaway future Alphas. “I have put out on all the blogs about the Fugitive Princess, who abandoned her child,” Tristian smirks. “Can we sell her as a Fugitive Princess?” Ari asks, standing over me looking at the list of packs on our side. “You mean win the PR War?” Tristian nods his head. “She has made a lot of enemies through the years and others just don't like her. So, I hope so.” “Tristian won several packs by telling them about you,” I tell Ari. “You are like the lost Princess of the Legend everyone hoped for. The oppressed Cinderella who found her way to the ball.”

the prince joked as soon as he went out of the bathroom after checking it. "Stop talking nonsense Lyndon! We need to atleast do something to help. A traitor is walking around freely, probably hiding behind a generous smile. And it's really dangerous for all of us. Whoever this traitor is, he or she needs to be punished for what she did to the princess!" Diane explained while checking the pillows one by one. Prince Lyndon just shrugged his shoulders and tried to check on the floor. He continues to search until he noticed something sparkling underneath the princess's bed. He took it and was surprised to see that it was an amulet.

Their expressions were plagued with worry, wrinkles formed on their foreheads as they screamed out my name. They got closer, covering the expanse of space with thudding feet, and as they reached our cages, a man stepped out. Metal flashed as he shielded them from us. "Stop! In the name of the king," The man pronounced, holding out his weapon, tone as dark as the armor he had on as well as the hair on his head. "Do not step forward towards the traitor." "Her highness is no traitor, you imbecile." Celia's voice tore as she screamed. "She's Princess Fi—"

She's very tired too but still holding on. "They are no longer your father's soldiers, Princess. They are now the soldiers of your traito—" He could no longer continue to speak when suddenly an arrow pierced his chest. As a result, he stopped walking and suddenly knelt on the ground as blood dripped from his mouth and from the wounds on his chest. "Eunuch Eli! Stand up! We will run away. We will survive and escape together," Princess Amayah cried. She grabbed him by his shoulder and force him to stand up.

A lycan guard pulled open the door and the exquisitely dressed princess stepped out then began making her way towards us. "Welcome, Princess Emerald of the Lycan kingdom," I saluted just as the princess flipped open her veil. "Thank you, Alpha Kendrick of the Blood Moon pack," she replied and I almost choked on my breath. "Audrey!", Jake yelled.

I started, but she cut me off by lifting her hand to my face, and the only reason I didn't slap it away was that she was royalty. "No. I don't listen to outsiders and to people like you. I believe that you have knowledge about my engagement with the prince but, nonetheless, you came onto him!" "Where's your proof of that?" I asked, now folding my arms to control myself. "Oh, I will... I do have... I want to hear you confess with that mouth of yours!" I laughed and shook my head at her. Of course gossip would start about Sebastian and myself, I had been expecting such, but Princess Naomi had no proof. She just wanted me to fold at her presence because of her title.

They became a single, overwhelming pulse of desire and torment. An animalistic force ruled her, carrying her away on a wild, magic river. Desire grew fiercer. The primal need to be sated wound around the endless crescendo that threatened to shatter her. It was too much! There would be only one path to release. Reluctantly, the Mistress stepped back with a ragged breath, retrieving the goblet. “This is the cure for what ails you,” she enticed, “Drink, and let your true desires be revealed.”

A harsh laugh, devoid of humor, echoed in the confined space. “Where you belong, princess. For now.” A hand, large and calloused, brushed against her cheek, a touch that made her skin crawl. She flinched away, a desperate, futile movement. “Don’t touch me.” Her voice, though still weak, held a surprising edge of defiance. “Feisty, ain’t she?” the gruff voice mused. “James sure picked a spirited one.”

A herald stepped forward, lifted his chin, and unrolled a scroll so long it could have doubled as a carpet. “Aveline Asteria Laurel, princess of this realm, stands accused of treason.” Gasps. “She stands accused of conspiring to harm the queen.” More gasps. “She stands accused of attempting to destabilize the crown and endanger the royal family.” My breath left me in a sharp exhale. “That is a lie. All of it. Every word. Especially the last one. I do not even like this family.” Nobles recoiled. “She speaks?” “She dares?”