~Trixie’s Point of View~
Mallory squeezed me until I was practically out of breath.
“What the heck are you doing here,” I blurted out.
Victoria quickly moved next to the psychopath, looking confused.
“What the heck? This isn’t the right girl,” she asked, genuinely looking confused. I turned to look for Draven and he was gone.
“I thought you’d be happy to see me,” Mallory said, completely fake.
“Please tell me you have Jeanette in your pocket,” I asked, fully well knowing the answer.
How could this even happen? She
~Dawson’s Point of View~ My little mate snuck out of the palace without my knowledge. There weren’t words for how livid I was, positively ready to kill. I immediately assumed it was something Damien was doing, some way to get her alone, sweep her off her feet and outshine me. When I found out it was Victoria and Draven, I was murderous. Nevermind the fact that I don’t trust Draven for a second, but Victoria should be doing everything possible to stay in our family’s favor. Asking her to mate with Draven was a slap in the face, and one would think highly degrading. He was clearly a pathetic attempt by our families to save face and keep some semblance of a bond between us. I didn’t see the point. While I thoug
~Trixie’s Point of View~ “Prince Dawson sent this dress for you to wear in the morning. He gave me specific instructions on how to do your hair and make-up. I’m not sure what’s going on exactly but he seems … excited about it,” Ainsley said, as I got ready for bed. I was mentally exhausted from my lessons with Celine. I was learning about all the different kingdoms, their top government officials, their imports and exports and blah blah blah. I hadn’t seen my mates tonight but I knew they had a lot going on. Still, I had to wonder if I would be sleeping alone? Having them both next to me last night was incredible, especially after what Damien and I did. I’d been blushing over it all day, obviously I’d
12/29/21 Hey everybody! Thank you again so much for your patience and understanding while I took a pause to focus on the real world and then re-wrote and restructured this book after publication. That was a hard thing for me to do and to ask everyone to start over again. I just want to again say that if you added this book to your library prior to 12/16/21 you'll need to delete it and re-add it to see my updates and then start again. The new additions mostly started around chapter 10 and moved on with a new one being inserted. You will not lose chapters you already paid for. I wanted to drop this note again because if you have not re-read it from the start to get all the changes things may not make a lot of sense going forward. Thank you again so much for reading! Saree Bee
~Damien’s Point of View~ We were all gathered outside, waiting for the prisoner and his lawyer to come in. Since Dawson insisted on making a big spectacle out of the trial there were literally two hundred people gathered, microphones and a PA system. Tables were set in front of the “jury” as humans would call it. The deliberations were held by a panel of anywhere from five to nine persons, with the King acting as the judge. Of course Dawson and I were on the panel today. “Where the hell is Trixie, why isn’t she out here? And where the hell is William,” Dawson said, practically whisper barking in my ear. I looked at him like he had two heads.
~Trixie’s Point of View~ “Oh my goddess you’re totally famous now! You’re like all anyone is talking about, people that never paid a lick of attention to you before are all like telling reporters they did,” Jeanette said, throwing her hands around. I threw myself into her arms without a care. I inhaled her long blonde hair and felt … at home. At ease. More like myself than I’d felt in awhile. “I wanna talk about you! What have you been doing? Any parties? Tell me,” I said, as we both sat on her bed. I was desperate for a break from all the hustle and bustle of the palace. I needed everything to just SLOW DOWN. I wanted things to be kind of simple again. Although when I was here before I had a roommate
~Dawson’s Point of View~ I was so furious with William and I knew I was likely close to snapping his neck. I knew it wasn’t a rational anger. Trixie was safe and that was all that mattered. My father threw the accused murderer into a spare room in the palace, but he was still under watch by our best guards. Father would be the only one allowed in to speak with him until I returned. I couldn’t even look at the male, I was so disgusted. If he’d known about Trixie all her life, why hadn’t he done more for her? How could he leave her so destitute, as a servant no less? He was no kind of family I wanted around her. But of course Damien said that should be her choice. We fought the entire way to camp about how to
~Trixie’s Point of View~ “So I don’t fully know what all is going on but for sure, I’m getting to stay at camp through the month. I’ll be here for your shift,” I squealed as I washed my hair. “YAY! Ohhh that’s flipping awesome,” Jeannette squealed back from the next shower stall. “I know! Our wolves running together! I can’t wait, Mila asks about you all the time. She loves that we found you,” I said. “Really?? Don’t make me cry! Oh I think about my wolf all the time. I can’t wait. I hope she comes early but I still have two weeks probably. But now we can have fun for two weeks,” she said, and I heard splashing. She was jumping up and down. I grinned.
~Damien’s Point of View~ For two damn weeks my Trixie has been asleep. Luckily she healed physically pretty quickly, after only about two days. But her mind, it was lost in space. The doctor said she’d probably only be out a couple days but here we were now, going on nearly 15 days. Dawson and I both slept with her every night. We talked to her, we touched her skin as much as possible, kissed her. Nothing worked. While I was struggling with it immensely, Dawson was taking it particularly hard. I’d never seen him so lost. “That Sally Morgan has asked again to meet with you, she’s tired of waiting,” William said, during our daily update. “I don’t give a damn what she wants. I don’t answer to her! If she