~Trixie’s Point of View~
I woke up suddenly, a hand was on my arm. My eyes flew open to see Jeanette, looking awful.
“I’m so damn sorry Trix, I--” I cut her off and sat up quickly.
“There was nothing you could do. Mallory is so damn devious. She knew just what she was doing,” I said.
“But did you ever find out where the clothes came from,” she asked, cocking her head to the side.
My mind flew back to Dawson seeing my crappy socks and shoes. I had an idea.
“Princess Victoria told authorities she left them for me as a gift,” I said, not elaborating as to whether or
What do you think? Should she tell Dawson to fly a kite and hold out for someone better?
~Trixie’s Point of View~ *Don’t fight me Trix, just let go,* Mila said, trying to calm me down. “It hurts! It’s killing me! I’m dying or something,” I yelled, my lungs contracting and expanding, the air felt like it hurt coming in. “You’re not dying,” a deep voice said, as my vision started to get blurry. Hands were on me, warm hands. They briefly distracted me, taking all my attention. The moon cleared the trees for just a second and there he was … Damien. “Your wolf is here,” he said, tugging at some of my clothing. I screamed out again, as I was thrown onto my side.
~Trixie’s Point of View~ Damien had walked us a bit further it seemed into the middle of nowhere, but I took notice it was away from the howls. They seemed to change direction though and something told me that it was Victoria. Was she looking for me specifically? Was something wrong? "I'm going to help you shift back beautiful," Damien said, finally stopping. I blushed and Mila put her paw over her face. *Now I know you aren't getting bashful,* I teased.
~Damien’s Point of View~ A fated mate. An actual fated mate. It’s still surreal to say. You’d think being born into a royal family would automatically give me a path, some semblance of direction in life. Well for Dawson it had, since he was the first born. He didn’t get a choice, he was thrown to the wolves the second he took his first breath. But for me, few cared what I did so … I did whatever the hell I wanted. Dawson and I have always been heavily competitive, mostly with fighting, hunting and sports. He was dad’s favorite and I was mom’s, then my little brother was just kind of a curve ball that I took under my wing.
~Trixie’s Point of View~ I stretched out, feeling better than I ever had before. Hmm, must have gotten some really good sleep! I opened my eyes and sat straight up. Where the heck was I? I was in a basic room, with just one bed. Huh, was this … the medical cabin? I reached up to touch my hair which was a ratty mess. I stretched my neck and immediately remembered. I jumped to my feet and ran into the little attached bathroom. I flicked on the light and threw myself at the sink. I lifted my hair and looked in the mirror. One mark, two marks. Oh, my goddess! Two mates!! Two princes!! My eyes practically bugged out of my head and I spun around toward the sho
~Trixie’s Point of View~ It had been about an hour since the King had left my room. In that time I’d showered and gotten dressed, then ate my other slice of pizza and chugged my soda. I looked at myself in the mirror and barely knew who was looking back at me. My hair was shinier, my skin was almost glowing and my nails had even grown a bit overnight. My bra felt fuller and my jean shorts were a bit loose. Did I get bigger boobs but lose weight?? I could still hear my mates outside arguing. My … two … mates. Holy crap. It was by far and away enough to consider but compound that with them being princes? I definitely couldn’t handle seeing them both at the same time. I’d be way too overwhelmed. I p
~Trixie’s Point of View~ “Come in,” I called out. The door opened slightly and William popped his head in. “I’m afraid your father is requesting your presence. It’s about Victoria and it can’t wait,” he said, looking nervous. Dawson audibly huffed. “I will be back as soon as I can, all right? You’ll let me know if Damien says or does anything he shouldn’t,” he said, getting to his feet. He didn’t even turn back to wait for me to reply. Was he barking a command at me? What would Damien even do that he shouldn’t??
~Dawson’s Point of View~ The ride to the palace was agonizing. I refused to leave Trixie’s side and Damien felt the same. She sat in the small space between us, pointing and asking about things the entire time. If I wasn’t so on edge from my fight with mother I’d have found it endearing. The old Queen had pretty much cussed me out in every way imaginable for breaking the engagement. I’d never seen her so angry. I’d had my best lawyer review the marriage contract with a magnifying glass. Literally all the language only applied once the marriage happened. It was all about the wedding itself and what came next. There was really nothing about it being called off, but unfortunately her parents had already announced it, rather publicly. As far as I was concerned, it was their problem. As long as we couldn’t get sued I didn’t care if
~Trixie’s Point of View~ Since Mila shredded my clothes, we decided not to change back for a while and it pissed the Queen off pretty bad to have a wolf running around shifted indoors. I wasn’t sure I cared right now. I really didn’t know what my mates were fighting about, if it was me or just some pent up anger. But of course like everything else in my life, I would get the blame. After sitting in the doctor’s office watching our mates get cleaned up, one of the servants put us in a bedroom. Since we couldn’t get dressed Mila just jumped on the bed and rested. *Well do we know how to make a first impression or what,* Mila snorted.