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

“Your Majesty?” the main envoy replies with innocent, wide eyes. 


“You heard me. Where is my son? And where are you hiding Riley Brodcraz?” I demand. 


“Your Majesty, I think you have the wrong idea,” the envoy says. “We’re not here about your son. We have no idea where he is. Why, I just heard about his kidnapping when we arrived. I’m sorry, Your Majesty, I can’t help you.” 


The envoy leader isn’t even a very good liar, but he has the shield of diplomacy around him, so I decide to bide my time. 


‘We could take him to the dungeon and rack him until he talks,’ Zeke suggests telepathically. 


‘Don’t tempt me,’ I reply. I stand before the envoy, letting my eyes glow blood-red so that he knows I’m deadly serious. “If you know something, and I find out that you know something, your death will be slow and painful.” 


“Your Majesty, I serve King Maximus Lupus of Rallegrad. Your threats could be considered an act of war,” the man sniffs. 


Secrets and Lies