The Alpha’s Wild Princess

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I knew two things for sure about Leanna Lonsdale: she was the late wife of Alexander Lonsdale and she had died a long time ago giving birth to her only daughter.

Neither of those things was enough to have her daughter attack me, but Prairie must have gotten some new information to get her this riled up. At that moment, I could have easily pried her off of me, but I let her have her moment.

There were rumors, of course, that Alexander had killed her. Douglas himself believed it, but he had no physical evidence to be able to prove it.

"Tell me!" she pushed me back against the door so hard that it rattled. I had to acknowledge that it would not be easy getting her off me. She had the advantage of surprise and she was obviously angry.

"Prairie? Whatever you think you know, I can explain but only if you let me go." I forced my voice to be as soft and reassuring as possible, but her hands only tightened around my neck.

Not having the patience to calm her, I closed my hands around hers, and before she could do anything about it I flipped her around so that her face was pressed against the wall and her entire back was flush against my chest.

She felt so soft against me that I wanted to let her go almost instantly, but I was sure she would go straight for my jugular if I did.

Fuck.

CHAPTER 7

PRAIRIE

N

icholas Northwood was a very powerful werewolf, maybe one of the most powerful I’d ever seen, and if I had any doubts about that in the past, I did not anymore.

I was not one to toot my own horn, but I had learned combat from one of the best trainers in the pack. My father, despite all his misgivings, had made sure of that. I always believed I could hold my own before any werewolf, but Nicholas had flipped me around with so much ease that it would be hilarious if I did not fear he was going to kill me if I pushed him too far.

Not one to relent, I continued to struggle against his grasp, even though I knew I was trapped, and then I felt it. My ass was lodged against his middle, and I felt something hard.

Was that -?

A guttural grunt, and then “ -f**k!” comes from him, sending waves of heat to my center.

It only lasted a few seconds before he flipped me around again, and I was facing forward, staring deep into his gray eyes, which I’d sensed contained desire for me.

The more I stared, the more I realized he wasn’t going to hurt me. His heart was beating a mile a minute, and I knew mine matched its rhythm. His eyes dropped to my mouth, and his pupils darkened to a midnight gray color. He still had both of my hands behind my back, and we were still standing close when I felt his grip loosen.

He’d been distracted, and so had I, but I didn’t dwell on it. I took advantage of his distraction and slipped away, pushing him off of me. This time he let me go..

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he grunted. His voice was rough…He said it like it made him angry that I was running from him, and I stopped moving.

“Your people know something about my mother that I don’t, and I want you to tell me what it is,” I snapped at him. I maintained a reasonable distance because I no longer trusted myself to pull away.

He stared at me cautiously and took one step closer, but I drew back,

“Why should I believe you? If you hadn’t been there the other day, pixie-cut was about to rip my head off, and she mentioned something about my family killing each other,” I snapped at him.

“Fiona would never hurt you, she knows you’re my guest.”

The woman with the pixie cut was Fiona. I tried to figure out what the relationship between the two of them was, but I came up empty. She had tried to protect the child like he was hers, but he had not called her mom. She was the one who had put these ideas in my head. I stared at him not sure if I should believe him or not.

Turning my attention back to him, I broke the silence, “I don’t think she knows that, but we’re getting off-topic. She said something about my family members killing each other. My father was guilty of virtually every crime ever invented, but he never killed anyone in the family.”

I watched him closely as I spoke. His heart was beating fast, but not for the same reasons it had been a few moments ago.

“I don’t know what you think you heard, but it's all in your head. I came to ask about my proposal. Instead of dwelling on the past, we should be thinking of our future. The future of the pack.”

He was trying to derail me from something I could tell. I knew then that I was not going to get anything out of him, he only had one agenda, and it did not involve telling me what I wanted to know.

“My answer is still no,” I said squaring my shoulders. I took pride in the fact that I still had this one bargaining chip. He stared at me for another moment. I had no idea what he was thinking before he nodded and left.

That evening there was another knock on my door. I’d stayed indoors all day stepping out only to eat dinner when my stomach had started to wage a war against itself. The door opened, and there stood the last person in the world I’d expected to see.

Bright blonde hair and radiant blue eyes, and the only friend I’d ever had.

“Faye?” I cried out, trying to be sure she was actually there and not a figment of my imagination. She smiled and walked into the room.

I got out of bed to meet her halfway. We fell into each other in a tight hug. She smelled familiar of easier times and the warmth of friendship.

“Oh my God. I’ve missed you so much,” she said into my hair. It brought tears to my eyes. I had no idea just how much I’d missed her until now. I’d almost gotten used to being alone. I thought everyone I knew was either dead or had fled from the faction because of the war.