The Alpha’s Wild Princess

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PRAIRIE

“I

s that his blood?…”

“He’s killed him, I think it's Alexander’s."

“Someone said it was from Phoenix. Serves him right.”

The whispers continued, each one worse than the last, as I listened to strangers who talked about my father and brother. A tall man entered the hall, and all eyes, including mine, were trained on him. He looked familiar, but I had no idea why. I had never seen him before, and yet he was clearly popular amongst the Were folks.

His barely white shirt was shredded across a ripped torso that I barely registered. The men walking alongside were about a dozen, but he definitely stood out the most. And the whispers somewhat quieted the closer he got to me.

Blood drenched his shredded shirt, and there were dramatic splashes all over his face and chest, too. I could not tell if it was my brother’s or my father’s blood. They both smelled the same, and it had been a while since I put my sensibilities to good use so I was a little rusty.

My guards were still struggling to protect me,

“Don’t worry, Princess Prairie. We’ll protect you—" the sound of an arrow whooshed past me, and the young guard who had just been reassuring me crumpled to the ground. The other one to my right followed, and I was left defenseless against the pack of werewolves approaching as if I were food, and they had not eaten for months.

Looks like I would be joining my father and brother soon enough….

The reservation was packed with wolves, all cowering in their human form as they waited for the scene before them to unfold. Of course, I was the star in this scene, but who cared, right?

Even though my entire body trembled from head to toe, I maintained my posture, head high, shoulders straight, and face aloof.

The walkway was long, like an aisle, and I was the bride waiting for my groom. Yet, the man and his guards (it was the only way I could think to refer to the men who flanked him on both sides as he approached) took their time as they walked. I used that opportunity to stare at him closely. He looked familiar, but I could not quite place him.

“Bend and kneel to the new Alpha, Princess,” One of the men closest to me pushed me forcefully forward, but I’d never been one to be subservient. I wasn’t with my father, and I was not going to start now.

My brain tried to warn me, but I had never been one to listen to reason. So, without thinking I darted toward the man closest to me. I had the advantage of surprise, so I knocked him out of my way easily, hearing the sound of his knee bone cracking with a satisfying crunch.

I wason to the next man with a flash, but he was more prepared, and he dodged my blow. He didn’t see my second one coming, though, and he went down das easily as the first. The sound of the small crowd murmuring in the background was a dull hum as the blood rushed through my veins faster than the speed of light. My heart thumped loudly in my chest. Still, all of the adrenaline was brought to a crashing halt when a hand wrapped tightly around my neck, and in the next second, I was slammed against the wall behind where my father usually sat to discuss matters with the elders and occassionally with the pack.

A set of the coldest gray eyes I’d ever seen stareddown at me with a mixture of anger and irritation. Even though the hands around my neck weren’t tight or hurting, I tried to force his frame off me with both my hands on his chest, but my actions were thwarted when they were met with a wall torso.

“Your father is dead, stay still or face his fate.”

In all the years I’d spent living away from my home, I’d always imagined someone calling to relay the news of my father’s death. Inall myimaginings, I had never imagined this. Alexander Lonsdale was a tyrant and a bully. I always suspected he would die at the hands of one of his numerous enemies, but not this enemy.

The man in front of me, with the gray eyes, was the same one who led the men into the reservation only moments ago. He was impossibly strong, his muscle-corded hand still wrapped around my neck. I knew instinctively that he could snap me like a twig, and no one would try to stop him. It wasn't like I had any friends in the pack to start with.

He happened to be within my age bracket, and most of Father’s enemies were usually older which is why I found it hard to believe that this young man was going to be the next Alpha of the Chandra Pack. His shoulder-length hair was left loose around his hair and face, a rich chestnut brown, curly andflowing. He towered over me so my head would have to be tilted back to meet his gaze if he were not already holding me at eye level.

His face was all sharp angles with hawk-like eyes, a cleft jaw, and high cheekbones. He could certainly give plastic surgeons a run for their money. He was not handsome in the traditional sense, but he had the most interesting face. It was almost impossible to look away from.

“You’re going to have to kill me then.” My voice was guttural, and the anger eminent. I was tired of men like him, bullying their way into power and then expecting women to cower behind them with their threats and seemingly invincible strength.

His ghost-like gaze trailed slowly over my face, and I felt a flash of something hot and volatile inside me. For the first time since he pinned me to the wall, I felt the imprint of his warm body against mine, the hardness of his thigh pressing mine still, his front abs against my breasts, the hand around my neck loosened, and his eyes widened, pupils dilated.