THE LAST PRINCESS

by midnightcupofnoodles

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SYNOPSIS

Werewolf royals, double-crossing allies, and one young princess thrust into the darkly seductive world.

Lyandra, princess of all werewolves and soon-to-be Grand Alpha, is faced with the most challenging task of her life: leading the werewolves into the open and convincing the world her people aren't the animalistic brutes of legend. Although she's lived among humans the past several years, she isn't sure she's got what it takes.

When the sudden murder of her twin thrusts her into a world of political intrigue, Lyandra is forced to accept the help of the secret sect, The Broken Warriors, and their mysterious, seductive leader.

A story of love, duty, and death, in a world on the brink of revolution.

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EXCERPT

My hands itched to shift, but I was able to control the impulse to drive them into his stomach. The wry twist of his eyes made known the fact that he knew how much his words riled me up.

"Fine, don't tell me who you are. I can always find out. What are you doing here?"

"That, little wolf, is none of your damn business."As if declaring the conversation finished, he bent over, dusted his pants and straightened them.

My anger rose exponentially.Noticing his silver dagger lying nearby, I made myself come to a decision. Quick as a flash, I snatched it up and threw it at his thigh with all the force I could muster, channeling the rage I had felt at being forced into submission. It cleaved through the air, making its way to the stranger, no obstacle on its path.

Moving faster than the normal human could see, he caught the knife before it pierced his skin. Hearing my loud curse, he looked up, startled, as if he had forgotten who had thrown it. A dark look passed his eyes as he glanced at my arched hands in the air and the knife in his.It cleared a second later, replaced by one I could barely understand.

"You. Don't. Throw. Knives." He uttered each word with pure fury, drawing closer with each step. "Unless you are sure you can hit the target."

I shuffled back, my palms dragging in the mud, watching his approach with apprehension.

He continued closing in, stopping when he was barely an inch away. "Next time you throw a knife at me, I might get angry."

There was one still moment when our breaths mingled and eyes locked. A distilled sense of familiarity enveloped us, forcing a slight shiver out of me.However, the next second all I felt was the world turning dark as he pressed hard on the back of my neck, and I slid into unconsciousness.

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