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The Vampire Princess´s Forbidden Attraction to the Enemy Werewolf
Author: Lola Monroe Genre: WerewolfThe Vampire Princess´s Forbidden Attraction to the Enemy Werewolf
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t of duty pressing against my chest like a cold blade. My father hadn't bothered to say goodbye
stepped forward, chin high, eyes dry. A diplomatic hostage. Such a civilized
y bowed, his face a blank mask. "
skin, the cut precise. My blood dripped onto parchment, black in the dim li
My family's advisor stood rigid beside the carriag
s. To observe. To report." My voice rem
." She finally met my gaze.
dded and entered the carriage without another word. T
od at precise distances from each other, centuries of hatred creating invisible
expected, his face lined with the weight of command. His eyes
s voice carried across the cleari
was no longer addressed directly. My status had c
ppropriate respect," the Alpha cont
ood. Hostage. Not diplomat. Not envoy. Th
. The manicured forests of vampire territory gave way to wild growth, untamed and primal.
ide the carriage in animal form, two riding ahead in human sh
weakness. I ate little of the food they offered-not out of distrust, but because my appetite had
tains. The stronghold rose from stone and earth, as if the wolves had commanded the mountain itself to form walls and towe
ame from the lead guard, a woman with scars across h
stronghold's courtyard filled with wolves in human form, their expressions ran
ly that morning, choosing garments that spoke of my rank while offering protection-silk lined with thin, flex
her would have called me prepared. Neither of t
n my family's holdings. I felt small against its weight, though I kept my shoulders squared and my pace
he cold mage-lights of home. Pelts and weapons decorated the walls. The Alpha's thro
leather and sweat. So different from the cold, clean corridors of the vampire court. My sens
sat forward, elbows on knees, studying me like one might study an un
. Not challenging enough to provoke, but
to peace," I said, my voice carrying in the sud
the crowd. Someone laug
neither side wants war, but neither side trusts. Don't mist
alculated survival odds, escape routes, potential allies. None looked promising. I was alon
his place of stone and shadow. I would survive. I would
er let them see