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

‘Regardless of any trouble between the two of you, you WILL marry my cousin,’ plays repeatedly in my head as I stumble down the hall and out of the pack house. 


Goddess, now that I am pregnant with a hybrid child, Rafe’s own child, he doesn’t want me anymore? 


Tears stream down my cheeks. I have to get away. I just have to. 


Wolf shifters part in surprise as I pass the surrounding houses and shops. I’m a sobbing mess and no one wants to be around that. 


Maybe they can smell I’m pregnant with a vampire’s baby and don’t want to be around that, either. 


I see a bookshop and dart inside. It will at least be quiet there. 


Blessedly, I am the only one in the shop. The little bell over the door rings as I close it behind me, and the shopkeeper pops his head up over a stack of books. 


“Oh dear me,” he says, raising bushy gray eyebrows. “You must be Luna Queen Ainslee Bleiz. What on earth is the matter, Your Majesty?” 


A Fang and a Prayer