Chapter 2: The exiled princeTristan's pov: "You're in a happy mood," Laleh murmured against my lips. "I want to know why."I smiled to myself and rolled out of bed, knotted my robes and walked to the mini bar in my room to pour myself a drink.Truly, I was in a splendid mood.I would be acquiring a maiden, a virgin at that, from the most prestigious pack on earth, blessed with the most beautiful shewolves any werewolf could ask for. The lovely princess of the white moon pack was my mate. What's not to be happy about?I grinned at Laleh, holding the glass to my lips and sipping some cognac. "It's a surprise."Her beautiful face twisted into a pout and she rolled out of bed, naked as the day she was born, and confidently sashayed up to me, without an ounce of shyness or insecurity.That was what I loved about Laleh. She was confident, beautiful, smart, nasty in bed and powerful. Left to me, she would be my luna, but that was unacceptable because for all that she was, Laleh was still
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