ily was at peace. Unlike typical royal families, we didn't have to worry about power struggles or fights for succession. My mother, Ivy II, was content with her position, knowing her sister Clara was

be the rule the kingdom someday, a

al, witches prefer queens over kings!' I said with a grin. 'I don't care eith

in every sense. If you were a wolf, yo

y cared about loving and supporting each other. We had each other's backs, and with our powerful witch i

que, voice, and siren eyes seemed to captivate them more than his physical appearance. As a vampire, my porcelain skin was a stark contrast to his sun-kissed complexion, which I secretly envied. I often found m

tside the wolves' hierarchical structure, and their pheromones held no sway over me. I didn't need an alpha's protection or suffer the indignity of being marked and used at their whim.

hem as nothing more than objects for their gratification. In contrast, I was untouchable, a fact that frustrated many an alp

ting an alpha male often guaranteed safety. Hans, the prince, wasn't the crown prince, whose identity remained a mystery. Despite our mutual dislike, I pitied James more than

the male omegas seethed with jealousy. But what made it even more infuriating for them was that I was a vampire, an eternal being of unparalleled beauty. Meanw

on both my mother's and father's sides, but neither of my parents was in line for the throne, so I wasn't exactly next in line for the crown. Still, perhaps fate had other plans, and I was destined

rply divided. People either wanted to befriend me or make me their enemy; it was a love-hate relationship, with no in-between. My popularity stemmed from various reasons: my stunning looks, my status as a non-wolf, and my vampiric n

xchanged warm, familiar glances, greeting each other like old times. Onlookers often mistook us for a pack, a tight-knit group bound by a complex hierarchy. In their world, a pack typically con

tood two dominant alphas, their chiseled features and piercing gazes exuding an air of superiority. 'Oh no, it's the Pinewood princes!' Josh, my omega bestie, whi