Secret Princess: The Beast's Captive Mate

Chapter 6

Word Count: 825 | Released on: 12/05/2026

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ined-glass windows, painting the central corrido

ool military uniform, its stiff, bulky cut deliberately chosen to hide the lines of her body. Her

Her jaw was locked tight. Her eyes were chips of blue ice. She used the cold, arroga

nst the stone railing, smoking cheap tobacco. The moment the

noble with a face heavily scarred by pox. He dragged out the

t he can't even lift a broadsword. If you ask me, throw him into the Urekai slave

the word Urekai, her heart violently contracted in her

ted her black-gloved right hand on the hilt of the sword strapped to

iolence. The nobles' laughter died instantly in their throats. They

e them a single glance, leaving the group of ar

o an abandoned, rust-smelling armory. She slamme

icy mask shattered. She gasped for air, her chest h

the thick fabric of her uniform. Her heart hammered against her ribs like a tr

e was a parasitic vine wr

m. She stared at her reflection in a rusted, polished shield leaning against the wall. No matt

restus had kept her and Josefina in the palace under the guise of "adop

ck down. She didn't have the luxury of weakness. Her

gainst her eyes, taking deep, measur

sound. It was faint, coming from deep down

aced by the hyper-alert focus of a predator. She quickly b

r. She heard the dull thud of a body hitting

h Wing, Elinore calculated instan

gut. She unlocked the door and slipped

ls, her boots silent, bypas

grew louder. The sickening tear of f

overpowering cologne. It was the signature scent o

h, terrified sob that she knew

The blood rushed to her

efi

ibrary. They were slightly ajar. Through the crack, the

rrifying, murderous rage exploded behind her eyes. She lifted her

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Secret Princess: The Beast's Captive Mate

Herculie Dipietro Werewolf

“In a world where the Wither virus turned surviving women into breeding livestock, Elinore was disguised as a boy at birth just to survive. For twenty-one years, she lived a suffocating lie as the ruthless Prince of Navia, binding her chest and hiding her true gender. But her fragile reality shattered when her uncle, the tyrant King Orestus, casually gambled away her older sister Josefina in a card game. Elinore kicked down the doors and violently rescued her sister, holding a short sword to the sweaty minister's throat. "She is my legal property now! The King bet her and lost!" the minister screamed, waving the royal wax seal. Elinore forced him to flee, but the aftermath was devastating. Their parents had been murdered by the King a decade ago, leaving them as captive pawns. Josefina, completely broken and terrified, wept in Elinore's arms. She actually begged to be sold off to a distant, savage kingdom just to escape the daily, inescapable hell of their uncle's court. Stripping off her heavy military uniform in the dead of night, Elinore stared at her bruised, female body in the mirror. She was drowning in a suffocating sense of injustice. Why did women have to live as prey? But an even deeper, more terrifying mystery was waking up inside her. A strange, feverish heat began pulsing deep in her abdomen-an alien biological demand she couldn't control. That very night, she dreamed of a monstrous, seven-foot-tall Urekai beast pinning her to the freezing mud, its glowing yellow eyes claiming her as its mate. Her disguise was failing, and her own body was betraying her. To save her sister and uncover the truth behind her awakening, the fake Prince decided it was time to burn this tyrannical kingdom to the ground.”