Wrath Of The Devil Princess

Alex’s violet eyes softened, fading back into their familiar cerulean hue. His fangs retracted as a gentle warmth settled over him, a calming presence that wrapped around him like a long-lost embrace, a place where he belonged with quiet contentment.

As Alex turned within his mate’s embrace to face her, a sharp gasp escaped his lips at the sight before him.

Celeste stood there, her hair gleaming as white as freshly fallen snow, and her eyes—a striking scarlet, with even the sclera glowing in that same intense, otherworldly shade.

Despite everything, Alex didn’t hesitate.

He leaned forward, pressing his head against her chest, wrapping his arms around her with a fierce hold. Fear still lingered within him, yet he felt an unexpected sense of calm and composure.

Meanwhile, Celeste stood rigid, her anger simmering just beneath the surface.