FANGS LAND

EVANORA'S POV

True to his words, King Darius ensured that I was locked in my room. His annoying guards were placed outside my door and it seemed they’d even reinforced the security to make it impossible to even think about sneaking out.

It was right to say that I was livid. Beyond pissed off. Cause how dare he? How dare a man, who was in no way qualified to be my father, come from nowhere and cripple my life?

He had absolutely no right to keep me locked! He was being unfair! Has he even stopped to think that maybe this isn’t what I wanted? I didn’t ask to be a stupid goddamn princess of fangs land.

I just wanted to be Evanora; the coffee maker from an average - very content - life.

Goodness, even the thought of staying back at Blade’s wolf-infested mansion seemed even more appetizing than my current predicament.

At the thought of him, my heart fluttered and memories of the night I’d spent filtered into my mind. The way he’d gripped my thighs, fondled my breasts, and the taste of his