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Mated To My Enemy

Chapter 4 Proud Princess

Word Count: 1359    |    Released on: 05/04/2023

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and it resembled a barn. It reeked of unwashed bodies and rotting plants. I could barely see two feet from where I sat in solitude. The heat in the room was getting to me

e sight instead of merely depending on what my human eyes could notice and it was then I realized that I was not alone in the room as I had earlie

inued, dragging a branch around in some sort of game. The word 'slave' caught my atten

I allowed myself to be regarded as a slave. "I am no slave! I am a princess, the Princess of Black Fur Pack and I was sent here as a gift to

me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she

Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the were

d on all she had said. I was not a gift but a slave. Then who was she and how did

ed, suddenly suspicious

tta. You are welcome here." She paused and listened for something that I did not know. Suddenly, a loud bell rang out and immediately, everyo

in, terrible looking in battle regalia. She had a wide mouth, big eyes and a bad stoop when she walked but it could never be taken as weakness. The soft moonlight p

and we filed outside with no one saying a word. We were approximately twenty in number including the younger girls, all looking skinny and malnourished. We mov

r head." I obliged and bent my head reluctantly. I was royalty and I was not supposed to bow to individuals of a lesser station than I. The mean woman walked in fron

epped forward and remained on my feet, staring down as advised. I saw her feet advance towards me but I did not expect the hard obje

r pride and your coward of an Alpha could not save your pack from our own hands. I promise to break you unti

ture me but you can never break my spirit. I am a proud daughter of the household

e night, beating her chest aggressively like a gorilla. My friend shook her h

with a blunt object and I felt my joints dislocate. I bit down on my lower lip to prevent from crying out loud and she hit me over and over again un

when she saw the face of the person behind her. It was the monster who had led the ambush on my village. H

.I couldn't take it." Her voice shook with emotion like she was about to break down into tears. To my surprise, he ran his fingers in her dreadlocks,

he proud princess myself. From now onwar

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