The kiss

After what seemed like forever, I sat on the ground thinking about how much of a mess I am, and my life so.

I don't know how, but in no time, I surrounded myself in the darkness as I gave up on the sweet sleep.

Since my eyes were closed, all that came into my vision was a bare chest, Tristan.

He seemed as attractive as his usual self, my hand moved against my wish as it placed itself on his six-pack abs. The sparks created caused my breath to itch.

Noticing what I was doing, I pulled my hands away while trying to get away from him. But he grabbed me back to him.

His sweet smell hit my nose hard, causing me to lose control over myself.

As one of his hands was roaming around my waist, the other one captured both my hands above my head. My eyes went wide open in surprise, and I was able to feel my cheeks heating up as he was spreading kisses around my throat and neck. A moan escaped out as I wasn't able to enjoy the pleasure I was feeling.

My heart started pounding as the desire I was feeling started burning both my heart and chest ran from my heart to my chest.

His finger moved from my waist to my neck, then started to move randomly, giving me the chills. From my neck, he moved to my shoulders, then started running his lips on my skin towards my ear. His gentle bites don't hurt at all, Instead; it makes me want more.

His lips approached my ears as he started whispering.

" You're my mate, mine!"

I don't know if it's his voice or his touches, or it's just him, but I was burning from the inside. All I was thinking about at the right moment, was the test of his lips on mine.

Though he seemed the type who liked to be the one in control, I didn't care about what he wanted any longer; all I was thinking about was what I wanted, and I wanted nothing more than his lips. I placed my lips on his, feeling the taste I was searching for.

The moment my lips fell on his, he let go of both my hands, which helped to keep taking the lead of the kiss. My hands ran through his delicate, sweet hair while his hands were circling around my waist as he used them to pull me closer.

The kiss was too long, yet too sweet. We didn't let go until we were both out of breath. Breathless, I was, that I didn't utter a word. Well, I could not say the same about Tristan who was searching for more.

«Jump!" He ordered, and I did as I was told. When I was lifted up by him, we started kissing each other without thinking about stopping.

I was so busy kissing him that I didn't realize how I ended up being thrown in the bed of the room I was locked in earlier in his pack.

Worse, the walls from the room started shaping to become more like a cage, and I was locked instead of the cage.

As for Tristan, he was outside watching me while having the same b*** he made up with earlier.

They were both watching me as if I was nothing but a disgusting pet. I'm no pet for anyone, I'm a princess, a hybrid princess.

Unconsciously, I started shouting and screaming.

" Get me out of here!"

" Get me out of here… Right now!"

Right after, everything disappeared, and I was alone locked in the darkness.

I hardly opened my eyes, and when I did, I felt traumatized. It wasn't easy for me to understand that weird dream.

My head hurts like hell, it feels sick to know or understand what's wrong around you.

I was still laying on the ground and I don't know for how long I'd been sleeping.

After spending a quiet time thinking about what really happened, I said I'm doing what seems to be the right thing to do.

I'm not taking Juana's side, nor my father.

I do better by searching for the truth about what happened with my mom when she was alive, and how she ended up dead…

Most importantly, why on Earth does my father not want her back again? I lifted up my body and decided on a cold shower.

Right after, I put on one of my favorite gowns, intercept like a queen with doing.

I didn't request any help from the maids.

It turns out that the days I've spent locked in the werewolves' pack, taught me how to do my things on my own. This is, of course, something I would have appreciated if not for the fact that they kidnapped me.

Lost in my thoughts I was when a knock on the door came back to reality.

"Your highness!"

Exclaimed Abigail while not hiding the happiness in her. She threw herself over mine and embarrassed me into a long hug.

"I'm glad to know you're still alive, I was so worried about you!"

I hugged her back with a smile on my face, then replied to her worried statement with a smile on my face.

"Guess I'm not easy to be killed after all!"

Her eyes opened wildly as she asked

"What happened to you? Is it true that you were kidnapped by the werewolves? They hurt, didn't they?"

I nodded my head since I didn't feel like talking about it.

"How was the entire situation? How did you manage to run on your own?"

Her question got my attention. No one from the palace knows that I've run on my own but my father. How did she know?

Thinking about it, I decided to let this one go since I convinced myself that she just guessed it.

" I fought for myself!" That was all I told her.

"I need you to tell me everything, I want to know about what happened there?" She asked again, but I decided to avoid her question.

"Nothing special, just to the beasts being beasts... I actually felt like prey for a nasty, evil plan."

Weird silence consumed between both of us before she decided to speak again.

"It seems terrible all you've been through." She apologized kindly.

I've always blamed her for being a social climber with a tiny brain, but she turns out to be one of the few that really care about how I feel. Not like my father, he only cares about what he is saying or what others would think about us, never taking my feelings into consideration.

My life was basically me following each and every order he had made. Not anymore, I'm living for myself right now!

Abigail's voice broke into my mind, and she decided to ask.

"You never told me how did you manage to make it out of the wolve's pack while they cast a spell on you that won't allow you to leave the territory?

My vision went red when she asked questions.

In no time, my hybrid was in control and all I cared about was tearing her apart...