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.
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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

Ainslee is still sleeping when I roll off the intricately carved loveseat. While it may look pretty, it did not make for a good night’s rest. 


I stand over Ainslee’s sleeping form for several minutes, contemplating this new chapter I wasn’t expecting in our life. I’m not going to wake her up, I decide. The minute I open my mouth, I know I’ll say something stupid, or at least something she’ll take the wrong way, and we’ll be fighting again. No, I need to sort myself out before talking to her about the baby again. 


Unfortunately, I also need to tackle a war in my kingdom, and that has to take priority. I lean down and kiss Ainslee’s forehead, then tuck the covers more securely around her before heading out of the crimson room to find Alpha King Striker. 


Karl, I remind myself. I need to start thinking of him as Karl. I’m marrying his cousin, after all. 


Getting It All Straight