Fiona's POV
Her demeanour announced her presence before her words did. She was cloaked in a black sheer gown that clung to every curve of hers, fully covered but enticing, presenting a thrilling feel for the men who cared to look. For my mate, to be exact. Her hair was dark as midnight, falling across her shoulders in soft curls, and her eyes bore the same darkness. Lips dipped in red with a smile that spoke of mischief.
Her gaze travelled to me, those dark eyes narrowing into slits as they raked over me. The corner of her lips turned up, forming a malicious smirk.
"So this is the princess she-wolf everyone is talking about?" my mate's mistress finally spoke, raising her hand with her fingers cupping her chin.
"I am delighted to make your acquaintance, Your Highness."
"And you are?" I
