All Chapters of The Imprisoned Princess: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

AdelaideThe footsteps stop outside the door and I hear the lock. I’m ready. My heart’s pounding in my head, my claws out… they’re all going to die.The door swings open and who I see renders me in shock. My heart stops, “Daddy?” My fight disappears, my head cocking to the side and my hands fall to my side, claws retracting. “Yes, Darling,” his deep fatherly voice washes me in safety. I blink, No it’s not, I’m imagining things. I rub my eyes. “Darling, my darling girl, it’s me.” His golden eyes holding so much emotion.“Daddy!” I scream and run to him. I leap into his outstretched, arms he holds me up around my waist. “My darling I’ve been trying to find you,” he’s crying, now I’m crying.“It was Samual, he capture

 WadeWhat if we had met under different circumstances? What if dad hadn’t tried his stupid hair-brained scheme? Has he seriously fucked it up for me? I hate she has every right to reject me.Sitting in the Hunterson sitting room waiting for Adelaide feels very surreal. I’ve spent months ignoring a primal desire so strong it’s been clouding everything. Sleep is a distant memory, in fact the moment the sun comes down has become a time for productivity. I haven’t even admitted to Trey how hard it’s been to not drive to the royal pack lands just to catch a glimpse of her. Just to breathe in her scent to calm the howling, horny wolf. And honestly? Right now…I’m terrified, I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to keep it bottled up and she was furious before, I honestly thought she was going to eat me, and… I’d have partly

AdelaideWade is suddenly ripped from my grasp. I jump, all the power I felt from him is gone, I feel normal, but like I’m missing a piece of me. I look over to what’s happened, Trey’s on top of his Alpha pummelling him, his fist flying in such a flurry I can barely see his arms. Wade throws Trey off and pins him to the floor, “What are you doing!” he growls before he punches down breaking Trey’s nose with a sickening crunch.“She’s mine!” Trey roars flipping Wade again and scrabbling to keep him pinned, they continue to wrestle for dominance, Wade defending blows, a look of shock on his face more than anger.I step forward intending to pull one of them away but a heavy hand lands on my shoulder. A calm voice comes from behind me, “Let them figure it out.” My father towering above me, his face calm and peaceful as it often is.“But, they’re going to hurt each other.” I struggle against his grasp, but his hand presses harder on my shoulder keeping me firmly in place.“Wade could stop i

WadeAn ear-splitting scream jolts me from sleep. I’m up ready for an attack, but what I see makes me drop my fists. Adelaide, wild-eyed, screaming and scrabbling back over her bed before she runs out of mattress and lands on the floor with a thump.I make my way around the bed but before I can get close someone streaks past me. Prince Marc is next to her in a flash, gathers her up in his arms, and sits on the chaise lounge; Adelaide in his lap. He holds her as if she’s a toddler. Stroking her hair, “Shh, it’s OK, you’re safe… Shh, it’s alright. You’re at home, little one.” he mutters soothingly.A growl starts in my chest, but before I can do anything about someone else putting his hands on what’s mine, a large calming hand rests heavily on my shoulder. “It’s OK son, she won’t remember,” King Xander states reas

WadePresentA knock on the door makes me rise from the infirmary chair, “Alpha, Our King requests an audience with you. Please follow me.” I nod and turn back to Trey.“I’ll speak to you later.” I’m still to think of a punishment… may not give him one, to be honest. I follow the guard out. We twist down many corridors, passing doors with unknown rooms beyond. “Welcome to the King’s Wing.” The guard opens the gold-trimmed doors. I’m seeing a pattern here. I had been here earlier in the day, as before, beyond the double doors is a large entrance hall. A woman sitting behind a desk looks up when the door opens.“His majesty is busy,” she states formally, going back to some papers on her desk. Her cropped red hair curtaining her face “His majesty requested him personally. It’s