The Cursed Alpha Princess

hina'

as stupid? I said, "Wher

cusing growl. I hadn't even shut the door behind me properly when h

fur-trimmed cloak like she owned the castl

licking as sh

ld pounce on me any moment. Her gaze hel

now for sure

e in too much trouble. I swear I could hear my hear

as brushing against my thigh as I trembled. The tunic that was too l

your kind how to an

e wrinkle

ened at the sight of

reek

d, but you could as well

tant

roke out amo

, even maids who'd ignored my existence when I enter

ened m

ing ca

eat became unb

of the prin

n putting on

e in his

ink... she s

ursed...what if sh

at still ached from the silver dagger now

ng slept with my mate, didn't you?!"she

in that I'd been bl

aged me? That his tunic now clun

e before I fin

guilty," one of the younger m

oors opened again...and in walked Ma'

he stopped in the middle of the scene, brows lifting and

g a smaller beast. "This... thing," she pointed at m

ked. "I don't quite f

e dangerously rising. "She reeks of him. Every maid here can smell

red at me, and then at the gossipy crow

napped. "You're all dismisse

punished," Valerie

began, voice tight. "Pardon me bu

oward the nearest maid, "Go to the head

reath

ady?" Beatrice stepped forward. "Over a sce

across the face, sendin

tire roo

er hand on her cheek, st

said. "You really want to lecture

summoned by one of the maids eager to please Valeri

. Strip her and give her a beatin

, but my strength was gone. The pain from earlie

se," I begged. "

ce. "You may join her in the dungeon

itated and I w

t want to fight another w

auled away li

s we moved, my legs s

ion, but, every tug on my arms sent unbearable pain through my ribs a

down int

or. The torches barely lit the moldy stone walls,

rip h

g into the cell with the g

please...

mate... He smirked upon seeing me and grabbed the edge of my t

sure to keep the prince's scent on you...

rage, clawing inside me like she

you! B

e. To fight. But I had to tame her. I coul

chuckled

now a royal whore.

yanke

crie

n the blo

fter th

d Boots ta

urs

aug

eyes gleamed with vicious satisfaction as I la

my level, her voice l

mercy compared to

.. a cold, pr

u alive... piece by piece...

sed my chin with her finger, he

ath you take from now on..

y ribs knocked the

ouldn't cry anymore. Ther

e this

or, nameless, forgotten. Maybe that was bette

darkness p

e dungeon, shaking the ground beneath

rie st

arm froz

is voice cam

cold, drippi

the shadows, "and I swear on my tit

come for us!" my wolf whimper