“Are you honestly going to pretend to be asleep while you stand with a pail of water beside you?” A sharp voice called. I fought back a wince, schooling my expression to be neutral. “Ryker – please.” The desperate plea unsealed my lids within a second.
“Hello, Princess – Ariana,” I greeted. She was no more a princess than I was a prince. The palace flew to drop her title before anyone could say jack while she campaigned to be the Beta-Alpha of one of the largest packs in Karriel.
“Ryker –“ She dismissed the man standing behind her with a simple wave of her hand.
She was pretty, alright. The posters did not do her justice. The fair princess, as some called her, the pride of the South as others called her. I couldn’t believe I kissed her before I even met her.
Body swaps should be ill
