All Chapters of Betrayed Werewolf Princess: The Demon Prince's Pet: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Tai was just beneath my skin, pacing like a caged beast, begging to be let out, begging to do the honors of ripping Syva’s throat out himself. The air changed. Syva stepped back. She must have felt my inner demon's rage too. “You should go home,” I said. “Your… your face,” she whispered, voice trembling. “You’re shifting. How is that possible?” I didn’t respond. She was right. Parts of Tai were flashing. I could feel my bones itching, runes shimmering across my collarbone. I was standing on my very last edge of self-control, holding Tai back. “Leave,” I repeated. “No one has shifted in years,” she said, backing into a column. “How did you beat the curse?” “I’m going to say this one more time, Syva. Leave or I’m going to let Tai out so he can do what he's been begging to do for minutes now. Kill you.” “You can’t kill me. The council would have your head. But do you know who's going to die soon? Your wolf lover. You think you can humiliate me? Use me and dump me? I’ll make sure

Bima's gaze was on us now, a predator sizing up his next meal. "Your wish is my command, Princess." "Well, this just got messy," Lyta said. They all edged closer to me, seeking solace in numbers. "I knew the wolf bitch was going to lead us to our deaths," whispered Snaky. "A very painful death,” Tundra hissed. I breathed in deep. Then I pulled off my hooded cloak and dropped it on the floor. My hair spilled over my shoulders as I took a single step forward and raised my voice. “Fight me first.” The crowd hushed like someone had pressed a blade to their throats. Bima’s lips curled. A slow, wicked smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “A hero, I see.” “There’s nothing heroic about dying first,” Snaky muttered behind me. Loud enough for me to hear. Loud enough to be annoying. I ignored her. Instead, I walked across the pit, boots kicking up dust, until I reached the fallen fighter—the poor bastard Bima had just turned into meat. His sword lay beside his twisted hand. I bent, picke

*** ~~LYRIC VAELGOR~~ *** Was it really too much to ask for a single day of peace in this kingdom? It was one mistake. One tiny, impulsive decision to escape the four walls of my glorified prison cell called a bedroom for some fresh air and bloodshed. And yes—fine—maybe everything went downhill after that. But it wasn’t entirely my fault. If the demon prince had warned me that my blood was some sort of demon booster, maybe I’d have been more cautious when stabbing that trainee in the arena. Maybe. What was he so mad about anyway? I had expected him to be pissed, of course. He always was. Anger looked natural on him, like a second skin. But this? This level of wrath? The kind of rage that made his magic crackle, that made the walls tremble? That was new. And completely uncalled for. I didn't die. “Put me down,” I said. “I’ve done nothing wrong.” His grip loosened, to my surprise, letting me land on my feet. But he didn't release me. Those strong, rough hands lingered, holding

"That's the first thing you ask me?” Prince Calix said, eyes narrowing on me. “You just found out you’re about to die, and that's the first thing you ask?" "What else should I say? I know my fate. I’ve accepted it. What I need to know is why you kissed me when you are promised to someone else." He stared at me like I’d grown two heads. "You're crazy. It will honestly be a relief to have you dead." I sprang up from the floor, facing him. "Of course,” I said. “You men are such cheating, heartbreaking monsters. You promise someone forever and then sleep with their cousin, putting a baby in them. You join forces with their backstabbing uncle to steal their throne from them. You gift them to a monster whose entire kingdom wants them dead.” My throat tightened, and my eyes burned. “Gods, he won. My uncle fucking won. He knew this would happen if you brought me here. I bet you’ll send my head back to him as a trophy. You were right after all. I’m weak. A crown princess outsmarted by

I couldn’t tell how it happened, but as soon as Calix’s fangs grazed my neck, something inside me came awake. I tore myself free from the demon prince’s grip and dropped, falling to the ground fast. “Calix!” I called, seeing my life flashing before my eyes. He chased after me. I barely had time to scream again before he caught me, arms wrapping around my middle just seconds before I would have hit the ground. “You broke free,” he said. “How did you do that?” I’d never been more relieved to be in anyone’s arms as I was at that moment. His eyes were no longer glowing, which was another relief. “You were about to kill me,” I said. “What was I supposed to do?” “Werewolves don’t have magic. It’s not possible for you to break free from a shadow bond.” “I don’t know what happened, Calix. One moment I was scared, the other I was falling.” He didn’t say anything else, just beat his wings once, twice, and then we were rising again—slowly. He adjusted me back into that all-too-familiar