Bella Moondragon

Prince Rafe leans over me, holding himself up on one elbow as he gazes at my face. I feel his eyes wandering over every surface from my brow to my eyes, down my nose, to my lips and chin, and then returning to hold my gaze for a second. The small smile at the corner of his mouth makes me think he likes what he sees.
His hand is cool when it brushes a loose curl from my cheek, but I don’t jerk away from him. I have no idea what’s going on. I don’t understand why I’m here. I don’t know what will happen tomorrow. It seems like a lot of powerful people want me—dead or alive. And yet, all I can think about right now is how badly I want this vampire’s hands on my body.
***
I live in a desolate village on the edge of the Vampire King’s lands. This used to be wolf shifter territory, but now, we are just trying to survive.
When I mess up and find myself in a culling, I know I’m dead. No wolf shifters ever survive these events.
And after the stunt I pulled in the middle of the village, Prince Rafe probably wants me dead.
Is it a good thing or a bad thing when a vampire looks at you like you’re a snack?
Something tells me, once I reach the castle, I’ll be missing my miserable existence in the village.
But then—it turns out I have no freaking idea who I even am, and when the royals start referring to me as Princess Ainslee, I realize my life is about to take a turn—for better or worse.

The Luna's Vampire Prince

Princess Riley’s fangs practically drip with venom as she hisses at me, “Stay the fuck away from my fiancé.” It’s not the venom of a snake. Rather, she’s simply so irate that there’s no other way to describe the way she’s growling at me. 


I should be terrified. She’s a fucking vampire—strong, powerful. Able to rip through the flesh and cords of my neck with one snap of her jaws. I wouldn’t be able to do a damn thing to stop her. 


And I have no idea if she is at all aware of the intricacies of my existence, especially now that I have been told who I am and what that entails and where I should be. I mean, after all, I just became aware myself, and I’m still not sure I understand. So there’s a good chance she doesn’t know. 


I just met her the day before. She could be a lunatic for all I know. It makes sense; she certainly seems unhinged at the moment. 


Princess Face-Off