The Secret Princess: Her Revenge On The Alpha

in a polyester dress I bought from a clearance rack,

up in the pack group chat showing him feeding strawbe

at the mangled flesh on my back was the price

l his crushed spine, losing my ability to shift, on

iation. It was when my adoptive fath

r keys into a sewer filled with sludge and laughed, watching my father

s body, the love I held for fi

King, and I picked up the phone to dial a n

on the other end. "I'm done playing the maid.

pte

ana

ny hall radiated a chill that bit through

he crystal chandeliers above 'glared down with an abra

'd snagged from a clearance rack, simply because the Crawfor

ight," I whispere

amian three years ago-were a size too small. They pinched my toes unt

he ninety-

g for the Mating Ceremony that would offic

Damian Crawford had found

phone screen. Midnight. The cerem

noise pierced my mind.

head. It was deep, commanding. 'The Mating Ceremony is

. No explanation for the w

tear ducts had dried up somewhere

in the communal group chat

trawberry to Hadley. The caption read: '"My Alpha is so worried ab

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e hair and 'reeked of designer

ian

ind. 'Dark, velvety, carrying

he voice said. 'Did he leav

s And

ed aloud, though I replied thr

growled. 'The link vibrated with his suppressed

e y

h the thin fabric, I could feel the ridge of the sc

et the Crawford estate on fire. Damian ha

inferno. I was the one who dr

said his wolf was para

ing miracles, possessing 'Vital

sence. I fed him my blood, d

dull gray. My scent, once the aroma of winter frost and moonflower

t. My wolf went into a dee

ripple to ma

healed... I was ju

Contract in my hand. 'Knuc

aid to the empty roo

a fake locket and 'claiming her wolf was "too traumatized

ause she was beautif

from the tight shoes was star

rings c

Damian. I was waiting for myse

was urgent now. 'Your

" I said, my voice c

one last time. 'This wasn

d my neck-the only gift Damian had ever given me, a ge

hought across the miles. 'T

te, a sensation of immens

Anderson replied. 'Pack your things, Prin

n for Damian for five years. 'It felt like snapping

y shoes and walked out