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He expected that she would act the fool. Like a slave before him.

But she would never. She was Eleanor Badminton. She had Alpha blood running through her veins. It made her as close to royalty--even more than the useless Cassy who had suddenly shown up with Alpha blood.

Cassy was a fake. She was the real thing. She hailed from a strong line of werewolves. She would never bow to a sorcerer or demean her status by begging for shelter. She was not a lowly Omega, or some useless servant. He might have been mocking her by calling her princess, but that was everything that she was, and so much more.

She would take from him like she had taken from everyone else whenever she so wished it. Her mother had always said, "Everything in this world belongs to you, if you so wished to take it for yourself."

And she had lived by that code her whole life. She would never beg for a thing. Not when she had the Alpha tone.

So she squared her shoulder and raised her chin, reaching