Chapter 99: Sneak Peek

^~The Warrior Princess~^

^~Chapter 1~^

KANE

“Prince Alexander and Prince Matthew, accompanying Princess Milly of the Blue Moon Pack, are here to see you, Your Majesty.”

I looked up from my books and nodded to my messenger to let them in.

Nixon, my second in command, looked on from his desk in the corner as the two princes and princesses walked in.

The princes stood tall and broad at easily six feet four inches. The female stood between them at an average height of five feet five inches, I guessed.

Her features were a stark contrast to the males, who had golden brown hair and hazel eyes. She had jet-black hair and piercing blue eyes that could see into your soul.

“Welcome to the Blood Moon Pack. I trust your journey was pleasant?” I stood up and shook the prince’s hands. The female rolled her eyes as I skimmed past her, dropping her hand back to her side.

~Why would I want to shake her hand?~

“Yes, it was satisfactory. Thank you.” One of the brothers spoke. I looked at them closer.

~Hmm, twins.~

“I’m sorry. I am having trouble telling you both apart.” They laughed in unison. The female’s eyes watched every move I made. Her chin stuck out in defiance.

~Likes what she sees, clearly.~

She scoffed and rolled her eyes, crossing her arms across her chest.

“I am Alexander, and he is Matthew.” The twin on the left of the female spoke.

I nodded. “Thank you for that. I will try not to get you both mixed up.”

“Don’t worry. It happens all the time. We’re used to it.” Alexander chuckled, and Nixon came over and shook their hands.

He stood in front of the female. “What’s with the armored leather?” He plucked at a weapon strap across her chest.

She squared her shoulders and stared him down. “I am a warrior. That requires me to wear a warrior’s uniform.”

Nixon bent over in laughter. “A female warrior! I have truly heard and seen it all now.” He looked at me, wiping tears from his eyes, and I tried and failed to hide my amusement.

~A female warrior, indeed.~

“You’re a—” She went to step forward, but Alexander and Matthew snatched her back. I laughed to myself, returning to my desk. I motioned for them to sit.

Alexander and Matthew sat in the chairs with the female placed between them.

“May I ask what brings you to my pack?” I leaned back in my chair, ignoring the scowling female.

~What an ugly little thing.~

“Our king believes a friendly relationship between neighboring packs could prove to be beneficial in the future,” Matthew spoke while Alexander nodded in agreement.

My eyes slid again to the female standing between them and then back to the group as a whole.

Nixon cleared his throat behind me. I shared a knowing look with him. Raphael was a good king, a great one even.

Ruthless in his prime days, he was a strong role model for many young royal wolves as they made their ascent to their respective thrones. Myself included. But over the years, he got soft.

Allowing mating between wolves and witches. Diluting the bloodlines, so to speak. Allowing half-breeds to be born, including his own family.

He tainted the royal bloodline, thousands of years’ worth of pureblooded royal wolves just thrown away.

“Yes, well, we always welcome relationships with our neighbors.”

Before I could continue, sirens rang out across the lands.

“HUMANS,” Nixon roared as he bolted for the door with me close to his heels. I could sense the three royals following us close as we made our way down the stairs and out onto the lands.

My warriors were leading the women and children into the bunkers. They saw us exiting the pack house and pointed us toward the humans.

Off into the distance was a group of humans. They walked across our borders wearing blue ski masks with red pinpricks for eyes and machetes in their hands.

Male or female, it didn’t matter. They were going to die today.

Over the past year or so, the humans had become a big problem for me. Every month, a group would cross the borders.

Every time, we killed them or scared them off, and yet they always came back in larger numbers and stronger.

They’d been killing all of my common wolves. They were easily replaceable, but I was the king, and I hated to lose anything to those who were beneath me. And humans were absolutely beneath me.

I turned to tell the pesky princess to join the women in the bunkers, but before I could say anything to her, she bolted past me, shouldering Nixon roughly as she passed him.

The twins followed close behind her, drawing their swords as they ran. The female ran faster and flipped into the air. Twirling through it, she landed on all fours punching the ground as she did so.

The earth rumbled underneath her. A couple of seconds later, as she stood up, drawing her sword, the humans flew back a couple of feet toward the forest.

~She should have killed them.~

~Weakling.~

“You have to admit, the female is rather impressive,” Nixon muttered darkly beside me. I nodded, clenching my jaw tightly, opting to remain silent.

There was no denying all three of them were exceptional fighters. ~Well, they are Diego Gray’s children.~ She swiped her hands in front of her, knocking more humans past the borderline.

~Filthy half-breed.~

My warriors turned to me in shock. A female warrior was unheard of in my pack. Practically criminal.

She sliced her way through the humans with such ease. The twins worked in such unison. It was commendable.

“DON’T JUST STAND THERE. FIGHT!” I roared at my warriors. Nixon and I charged forward. I would deal with the warrior princess later.

~She will be reprimanded.~

~Her being here will give the females the wrong idea.~

~There will never be a female warrior so long as I draw breath.~