Being the princess of all werewolves is not easy, but finding a mate is harder. Annabeth's royal life is turned upside down when she meets her mate, Kate.
Soon, she finds herself stuck between two choices: her duties to her family, and her love for...
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I'm late and I know it. I also hate the fact that I can already see Father's stern look on his face and Charlie's smug smile when I arrive at the King's Office. Father hates it when I am too late for the meetings, he chose for me to attend, and every time I fail to reach his expectations, Charlie is there trying to convince Father to take him instead of me.
I shouldn't have started that stupid second book in the library. I know I'll always lose track of time when studying after school and I always end up running most of the way home. I could call for a driver or ask any wolf on campus to bring me home though. No one would dare turn me down if I had a request.
I'm after all; if I want it or not; the princess of all werewolves. What a shitty title to go by. I always feel like I sound like a brat when I'm telling people.
So, I choose not to tell a soul when I first entered this school almost four years ago. It was a hard piece of work to convince Father to let me join the regular werewolf school at the Triangle - Mother helped a lot too.
Sadly, all of it was in vain when Charlie entered the school two years ago. The little brat had to brag and tell everyone who would hear him out that he was the one and only prince and, in the process, he told everyone about me.
I liked the quiet life at school. No bows, no unnecessary politeness, no special treatment. Of course, my teachers knew who I am, but they were told to shut up about it and just call me Ann.
I really hate Charlie for that.
I liked my friends the way they were. Just like real people are supposed to be. On bad days they would talk shit to me and apologize after and I would talk shit back and we would compete at sports real hard and play dirty while trying to win.
But now everything feels much more distant. They sit with me during meals and talk to me, but they are always cautious about what to say as if I'd hang them for a bad word about an awful outfit I wear.
Lost in my thoughts I make the hike through the woods a quick one, after all, I was used to it and my physical condition is way beyond other kids my age.
As I raced through the halls and floors at the "Palace" I brace myself for the scolding that is to come. As I arrive at my Fathers office, I lift my chin and straighten my shoulders.
I can already hear my mother's words playing in my head. I've heard it a thousand times by now. "A princess can't be late. That isn't proper. If you're just five minutes early, you're already too late." Her favorite phrase to say is 'That isn't proper.' I've heard it all my life.
After a deep breath, I push the doors open and I am met with a familiar sight.
"You are late." he simply states, looking stern and grumpy as always.
"Again!" My nightmare of a twelve year old little brother squealed standing beside Father with a wide grin showing his missing teeth.
His blond short hair standing in all directions makes him look even younger despite his height. He is almost one head taller than me already but there are no muscles. That's why I started calling him Charleek and he hates it.
