Yes Your Highness 18+

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"It's your biological birth name," he whispered into my ear, his warm breath brushing against my skin and sending a delightful shiver down my spine. His hands caressed my waist gently, stirring a flurry of goosebumps across my body. I rarely experienced such sensations—only felt them when the air turned crisp or when something truly captivated me. But there was something undeniably exquisite about this moment: listening to the wind as it danced outside the cabin, its whispers melding with the strong wooden walls, cocooning us in warmth against the biting chill.

"Life is only short if you make it that way." A voice echoed in my mind, and the haunting question of my origin returned, forcing me to ponder the woman who gave me life. Who was she? How had I come to be lost for so long, only to discover that I was her daughter and not merely some she-wolf's offspring? Could this revelation be a scam, a deception akin to those con artists who call unsuspecting victims and swindle them out of their savings? Chase cradled me in his arms once more, holding me as if this embrace might be our last, and the weight of unspoken emotions filled the air.

Deja vu washed over me, a familiar warmth enveloping us as if we had lived this moment before. This embrace felt timeless, a cherished connection reserved for those who meet the one meant for them, their destined counterpart. I had reacted with anger earlier, confusion igniting in me when Luke revealed that I was Charon's long-lost sister. Charon, the ferryman of the dead, guiding souls across the Styx River to the underworld where the god of death reigned. My mind raced, spiraling down an endless corridor of thoughts, as I nestled my face against Chase's neck, seeking solace in his presence. 

Calmness flooded my being, intertwined with warmth, as I inhaled his scent—a sweet, intoxicating aroma that reminded me of a rare flower, just blossomed, meant solely for my senses. It was an odd thought, yet it felt entirely right. Chase pressed soft kisses along the mark he had inscribed upon me, humming an enchanting melody that tugged at the strings of my memory, a tune I had long forgotten but once cherished in my youth.

"Chase?" I softly broke the silence, but he continued to sway gently with me in his arms, holding me as though I were a fragile treasure he feared losing. "Who am I to you?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper, and he paused, his expression reflecting deep contemplation. "You are the princess of the night," he responded with a clarity that sent warmth flooding through me.

"I am not a princess," I retorted, pouting, feeling a rush of warmth color my cheeks. "If that were true, you wouldn't act the way you do; only a princess has the stubbornness and attitude that could drive a prince to distraction," he teased, a smirk dancing across his lips as I blushed even deeper. "I am not—" I began to protest, but before I could finish, his mouth found mine, catching me off guard in an exhilarating rush. 

Silence enveloped us as my eyes widened in surprise; this kiss was unlike any I had ever experienced—filled with a tenderness that took my breath away. Yet, a nagging thought lingered in the back of my mind: how often does affection morph into possession, spiraling into a consuming obsession? For so long, I had yearned for freedom, but in the throes of this moment, I realized I had forgotten who I truly was. I was different from the other girls, yet Riley had wanted me simply because I was one of the children of a great goddess.

As Chase's tongue brushed against mine, a connection surged between us, igniting a fervent desire that resonated deep within me. I craved him, longed to envelop myself in every aspect of who he was. My heart ached for him to fully claim me as his mate. When we finally broke apart, gasping for air, his lips lingered near the nape of my neck, his breath warm and gentle against my skin. 

"I want you..." I whimpered, gripping his back, my legs tightly wrapped around him, held aloft by his strong arms. "Are you prepared?" came a voice that was distinctly different from Chase's—a deep, primal growl that echoed within me. It was the other half of him, the beast entwined within his very soul. I understood, in that surreal moment, that I had been marked by him, a harbinger of my own transformation. I was destined to become something more—something fearsome yet regal. For I was truly, without a doubt, a princess.