Liberty knew from the moment she was betrothed to Prince Aziel that she would never be happy. She vowed she would stop at nothing to keep herself away from him. When a mysterious portal opens up, she takes a chance and hops through it. After all, th...
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"Great men are not born great, they grow great."— The Godfather, 1972
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"LOST?" A cold voice asked from behind me. Surprised, I jumped and released a stunned gasp.
The man came into view, stalking me like I was his prey. Wolves loved doing this, it made them feel powerful.
His hazel eyes were trained on me, taking in every part of my body. Distrust shone as clear as day in his orbs.
"Beta Blade," I greeted, acting casual. I refused to let this man intimidate me. I was a Princess after all, not some weak bumbling idiot.
My shoulders rolled back, straightening my posture. He stopped in front of me and crossed his tree-trunk arms over his broad chest.
"What are you doing here?" I queried, maintaining eye contact with him. He had a strong aura but it was nothing compared to the Alpha's.
Noticing how undeterred I was, he scowled.
1 point to Liberty, 0 points to Beta Blade.
"I'm making sure our little half-witch doesn't do anything stupid," He answered in an unfriendly manner. He left the comment open to interpretation, leading me to suspect he was checking to see if I was doing anything suspicious.
"If you mean by getting lost, then I guess you could say that's something stupid," I joked, forcing the corners of my lips to quirk up.
I didn't receive a reaction from him.
"Can you tell me which way the packhouse is?" I asked, pretending to be polite. I hated how unnerving his stare was.
His lips formed a thin line and he threateningly stepped closer to me. My heart rate started to increase, betraying my cool demeanor.
