HER RESURRECTION: The Alpha's Princess

HER RESURRECTION: The Alpha's Princess

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"Some books are meant to be read, while others are to be put away." Francesca Johnson, unaware of her true identity, lives her life like every normal girl, until one day, she awakes in a strange land where she is princess and has a big duty to perform. It dawns on her that all she has been reading in a fantasy book are not mere fiction but her life's story. Things get even more complicated when she meets Rio — the runaway alpha — whose dark secrets and past deeds threaten their relationship. How will Francesca survive in this whole new world with lot of secrets and evil?

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Chapter 1: Nightmare

FRANCESCA My heart was pounding loudly in my chest as I stood in the middle of nowhere. I had been walking for a long time, trying to find my way out, but I kept returning to this same junction — every time. Tall trees stood as mountains around me, such that I could not see ahead of me. But I knew I was somewhere in a thick forest and I wondered how I had gotten there. The last thing I could remember was returning my novel to the shelf and going to sleep on my bed in my room. How then had I moved from being in my room to being in a forest? What was going on? The night was silent except for the hooting of an owl from a distance and the occasional croaking of toads. The crickets were chirping annoyingly too but aside from these creatures, the night was pin-drop silent. The silence was frightening. The sky had a few stars scattered around it with an ivory-shaped moon which shone its light lazily, casting faint shadows on the ground. Rather than aid my sight, this faint moonlight

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22 Chapters

Chapter 1: Nightmare

FRANCESCA My heart was pounding loudly in my chest as I stood in the middle of nowhere. I had been walking for a long time, trying to find my way out, but I kept returning to this same junction — every time. Tall trees stood as mountains around me, such that I could not see ahead of me. But I knew I was somewhere in a thick forest and I wondered how I had gotten there. The last thing I could remember was returning my novel to the shelf and going to sleep on my bed in my room. How then had I moved from being in my room to being in a forest? What was going on? The night was silent except for the hooting of an owl from a distance and the occasional croaking of toads. The crickets were chirping annoyingly too but aside from these creatures, the night was pin-drop silent. The silence was frightening. The sky had a few stars scattered around it with an ivory-shaped moon which shone its light lazily, casting faint shadows on the ground. Rather than aid my sight, this faint moonlight
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Chapter 2: Caught in the Act

FRANCESCA The sun was starting to set when I finally stood up to leave. I had been at my mom's tomb all day, crying my eyes out as I paid her homage. It was her anniversary that day and my boyfriend, Jason had promised to go with me to the cemetery. But a board meeting had come up and had truncated our plans, forcing me to go alone. Now, I was here, torn and broken, staring at the inscription on her tombstone: Ella Johnson. A beloved mother. That was who she was to me. My beloved mother. I still could not believe she was gone. I still hoped that one day I would wake up to her sitting by my bed, holding a plate of pancakes and teasing me for thinking she was dead. But that was a desire that could never be actualized. She was dead. She had died a year ago from cancer. The memory still hurt badly because everyone thought she was gonna survive it. She had been responding well to treatment but had suddenly not woken up the next morning. It was strange and I was yet to figure things
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Chapter 3: A New World?

FRANCESCA I was sprinting at lightning speed through a violent wind. It was as though I was being carried away by the wind and as I sprinted, a quick documentary of my life played before my eyes Images of my adulthood down to my childhood flashed before my eyes as I ran but these images vanished when it got to my babyhood. It was strange because I thought it should be from babyhood to adulthood and not the other way around, but I willed myself not to care, rather I focused on my environment, trying to make out where I was. Was I in heaven or hell? The last thing I could remember was being hit by a vehicle. So where was I and how did I move from lying on the bare ground to flying in the sky? Everywhere was bright. The light was blinding and I squinted a bit to shut the light from hurting my eyes. I sure must be in heaven, I thought to myself. I had heard stories about the heavens being filled with light so I must be in heaven. A soft voice was humming a melodious tune and I s
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Chapter 4: A Runaway

RIOIt was a struggle but I was finally able to open my eyes after some time. It had felt like scales had been used to seal my eyelids such that they were heavy to lift.However, after a few trials, my eyes fluttered open but I soon shut them because of the sharpness of the sun's rays. The sun was facing me directly and its lights hurt my tired eyes. Groaning loudly, I brought an arm to my forehead, trying to shield myself from the harshness of the sun, but even that was difficult because my arm felt like a weight. It was suddenly too heavy to lift.As if this was not enough, my head was aching badly, like someone was pounding it with a pestle. As I lay there, I wondered what had happened and why I was in so much pain.My entire body hurt. I could not tell where exactly was in pain but it felt like I was swollen everywhere. My body did not feel like mine anymore; it felt so heavy and this scared me.Opening my eyes again — this time, shielding my face from the sun — I looked to the s
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Chapter 5: A Letter Book

FRANCESCA I was out of breath when I finally finished speaking and the old woman was staring at me blankly, like I was a radio she was listening to. I stared back at her. Then she smiled and stood to her feet. I watched her walk to the end of the room and go to a wardrobe where she pulled out a drawer. She picked something from it, closed the drawer, and walked back to me, slowly, her smile still on her face. Her skin was paler than in my dream and her hair was more grey than I had thought it was. I was getting to see her features much better now that she was standing right before me in reality. She sat back on her chair and handed me a necklace with a pearl locket. "Do you remember this?" She asked me and I stared at it intently with my eyes narrowed."Am I supposed to?" The necklace did look familiar but I could not tell where I had seen it or who it belonged to. "Yes," she looked hurt but she smiled again, and the hurt vanished from her eyes, "Well, I do not expect you to r
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Chapter 6: A New Identity

FRANCESCA "We all knew you were different when you were born. First, you were not born the regular way and second, a light shone on your forehead like a diamond shape when you came out of your mother. You also did not have the pointy ears or paleness of an elf. This had never happened before so the elders claimed that you might be dangerous and should be killed but your parents refused. They didn't want to kill their only daughter. "Zuri, your mother's friend, was not happy about this in particular and she tried to convince your mother. She even went as far as saying that you'll bring doom to Irkstone. She was a seer so she lied to your mother that she had seen into your future. "But your mother could not bear to kill her child. Angry that your mother won't listen to her, Zuri left Irkstone. She was never really part of us. She was a sorceress your mother had found almost dead in the woods. You would think she would be faithful to your mother for saving her, but no, Zuri killed you
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Chapter 7: Caught

RIOI had been running since with no definite destination on my mind. All through, the path had been lonely and as I moved further away, I could sense from within that I was wandering farther away from home. This was scary because I had never had any reason to leave my packland: it was where I had been born and where I had grown up, but I guess things were changing now. I was embarking on a journey of the unknown, a journey in which I did not know what to expect: if I would survive or not.It was a known fact that an alpha should not be out alone, wandering about in the woods with no company but I did not think I had the right to be accompanied by warriors anymore. For all I knew, I had lost that right. I had flouted all the rules my father had taught me: An alpha's duty was to protect his pack. An alpha was never one to run in the face of danger. An alpha was not one to be left vulnerable in the hands of others. But I was not that alpha anymore.Currently thinking about my father
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Chapter 8: Getting Used to

FRANCESCA It has been three days since I found myself stuck in this new world with no way out. Three days yet I was just as confused and heartbroken as the first day. Nothing seemed to make sense: not the ragged dressing, not the buildings, not even the food. That morning, Madam Creese — the old lady had told me to call her that — had made me some pancakes which looked different from what I was used to. They were more like crepes or tortillas, unlike what was made in the future. According to Madam Creese, I was over five hundred years behind time. Living here would require a lot of getting used to and the truth was that I was tired even before I could explore this new world. I wanted to return to my old life. I wanted to live in my house, sit on my bed, read my novels, and go for a walk. I wanted to be able to visit my mother's gravestone anytime I wanted to. I wanted to see my friends again. As I stood by the river, I found myself wondering what my friends were thinking about
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Chapter 9: The Meet

FRANCESCA I was right. There was someone behind the tree. It was a man and he was walking slowly towards me, his green eyes fixed on me. I stared right back at him, surprised to see a human being in the woods. Since I found myself here, I had not come in contact with any human except Madam Creese so it was quite shocking yet pleasing to see someone else. I watched him, my eyes taking in his appearance as he approached me slowly. He was dressed in rags just as I was — I guess he was dressed worst. His tunic was ripped by the side and the brown breeches he wore were torn. From his dirty and bruised feet, I could tell he had been walking a lot. Was he a wanderer? Did he even have a roof over his head? I pulled my eyes from his feet back to his face and my heart skipped a bit at the beauty that was now standing a few feet away from me. He had full brows and long lashes. His nose was long and pointed and his full lips were a sensuous sight: they were a light shade of pink; the cup
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Chapter 10: Fury

FRANCESCA Madam Creese did not say anything to me until we got to the cottage. She had simply held me by the wrist and pulled me along as we walked back to the cottage. She was only an old woman but sometimes, her strength amazed me. The walk back to the cottage had been quite long. I had not realized that I had walked farther from the cottage until now. I had simply followed my feet where it led me — and it had led me to the river. Now I knew why Madam Creese was mad at me. She had clearly told me to stay within the confines of the cottage for my safety but I had gone ahead and flouted that rule. "I'm sorry," I said the moment we got into the cottage. "For what?" Madam Creese stared blankly at me, her grey eyes lacking any emotion. I was taken aback by this and I stared back at her, confused. "For what, Mila?" She probed and my brows furrowed. Back there, she had called me Francesca but here she was calling me Mila. I could not understand this old lady. "For leaving the cotta
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