“Are you here to save me?” I asked bitterly, thinking of the look in my father’s eyes as he tried to wring the life out of me. “Or are you just here to bring me gifts and false hope?”
The stranger didn’t answer, but I could feel his presence as he approached. Still, I didn’t turn to face him, even when I felt a warm, gentle hand squeeze my shoulder.
Abused. Neglected. Caged. 
That’s how Princess Ember, the daughter of the Alpha King of Allusia, has spent her young life. Sold like chattel to another Alpha in exchange for the promise of warriors for her father against an uprising, Ember’s life feels like it might be over. 
But a stranger comes to her in the night, her only refuge from the daily attacks from her father.  Will he be her savior? Or will she just find herself in another gilded cage?
An Alpha for the Stolen Princess is created by Claire Wilkins, an eGlobal Creative Publishing author.

An Alpha for the Stolen Princess

How long had it been? The windows inside the Palace were weird. I was counting time by how many maidens came in and out. Some of them brought food. Three meals a day, so I figured it had been a few weeks. The others who brought bandages and salves came less frequently. Ember was still a pale, bruised, unmoving form on the bed. She was still breathing. Her heart was still beating; thus, there was still hope. 


“Still here, I see,” Chastine said as she entered. “I expected you to at least stretch your legs.”


I said nothing. The words wouldn’t come as I stared at Ember’s pale face, watching for some change in her status. 


Chastine sighed and took the chair beside me before offering a piece of parchment to me. 


“You have another message from Whitelark.”


Chapter 46 : : : : : Shadow Walkers