The Ice Princess

***Beatrice's POV***Mother says being different is a good thing. She always quotes 'uniqueness makes you special'. But I don't want to be different. I want to lift a car with my bare hands, run a mile under a second, recognize anyone by their scent before they even come into view, and morph into a soft fur creature with upright ears, sharp teeth, pointed muzzles, and inquiring eyes. Just like everyone else in this community, but instead, on my eighteen birthday, I became a giant egg-like ice cube. As if it wasn't already embarrassing enough to freeze anything and anyone when I can't control my emotions. My Father, Matthew Stevens, was the werewolves Alpha King, and my mother, Naomi Steven's, his Queen Luna. You would think a child born to two strong pure-blooded werewolves would at least have some were-genes in them, right? In my case, science do

***Beatrice POV*** Omar's revelation had my head spinning. Not only did he provide me with the key to all my questions, but he also price-tagged it. Liam protected me from harm's way at the cost of his own well-being. Trying everything I could to help him seemed the right thing to do. The emotional attachment I shared with him also prompted me to find the answers. Losing him was not an option. My bare feet carve a dimple path on the freshly soft fallen snow as I make my way up the driveway towards the front door. The sun rises behind the blue-pine tree setting the small wildlife into motion.  Dad ordered this two-story house to be built two years before Carl officially took over the alpha position. Four bedrooms, each with their en-suite bathroom, compose the top floor plan, while the first floor has the

***Beatrice's POV*** Weakling. Weakling?! If I were an anime character right now, I would have white eyes, gritted teeth, steam coming out of my years, and a cross popping vein on my forehead. The snob in front of me needs some serious manners rectification. Does he think I will obediently bow my head to him?  We might have a deal, but no way in hell am I going to be his new well-behaved puppy.  Oh, he has it coming, and he doesn't even know it. I am the daughter of two Alphas. I bow to no one. Connor tugs my arm, signaling with his head for me to start moving. I had to take a moment when the douche blonde called me a weakling. Surprisingly, Connor's grip is very gentle. I mean, I am not complaining

~~~ Bea’s POV ~~~A bucket of icy cold water jolts me awake. Confused and disoriented, I look down at my arms, abdomen, and then my surroundings. Different ethnic women held their straight military attention pose in front of me. There are three blue-grey bunk beds equally spaced between them, along the wooden cabin wall. I'm still alive. Was the airplane just a dream? -"Wake up, cadet." Connor shouts.Standing at an arm's length is the girl who wielded the raging storm when they kidnaped me. She motions for me to get out of bed and follow. Her hands held an empty bucket, making me deduct she was the one who dumped the cold water all over me. Stopping at the end of the bunker bed, she props herself to attention. I do the same.Connor paces up and down the cabin, speaking in an authoritative tone.-"Remember to be on time. Tardiness won't be tolerated. Your team will be your family from now on." He stops before m

Adrian and I navigated the confusing corridor, stairs, and even elevators maze. All to reach a different palace area where I presumed his office is. That had been the original destination before I wandered off. Hopefully, Connor won't punish me for it. The dizzy spells from food deprivation and intensive training were getting to me. If the nurses hadn't given me a glass of water while we waited to be examined, I would be thirsty too.-"So... What's behind this door that I'm allowed to see?" I question a little sour from have been denied the wounders behind the other door.-"Normally, you wouldn't, but I can make an exception. Just for you." Adrian's lips curled mischievously while he opened the door we stood by. "Lady's first." He gestures for me to go first.We walk inside a bedroom. Every inch of it screamed Royal, from the fancy rose gold molded ceiling to crystal chandeliers and massive king-size bed elevated by three steps. To the left, by the large balcony