Princess In Training

Prolouge

Princess In Training:

Prologue-

"I love you, Alex. You're my Princess." Angelina smiles softly down at her daughter, Alexandria, wrapped up in a pink blanket. Alex giggles softly, before falling into a deep sleep. Angelina kisses Alex's forehead, feeling a pair of arms wrap around her waist, thinking it's her mate, she smiles but realizes she feels no sparks from the mate connection. A hand clamps around her mouth.

She screams, but nothing came out, the hand clamped on her mouth had muffled it. "Shh...now, I'm going to take Alexandria. Please, trust me. She's not safe here." the man whispers, quietly, turning Angelina around to face him. She couldn't see his face from the moonlight that shown through the window.

"Why?" Angelina asks, panic written all over her face, and tears streaming from her eyes just at the thought of her Princess being taken away. "Someone's after her. Someone evil. I'm going to take her away, before the man can take her. You will see her when she turns eighteen." sys the man, his eyes flickering the door every now and then.

Though his scent was masked, he knew that Angelina's mate could feel her panicking. "Please, don't." she whispers, scared. "I have to. In two hours time, a man will come for her, he is not the man who wants her, just someone who the man had sent to fetch her. Don't kill him. Get information out of him. He won't know much, but he'll know enough." he says.

"Will she be safe?" Angelina asks, trying to hide her panic through her mate bond with her husband, The King. "Yes, she'll have a great childhood with my family and I. Do you trust me with the life of your daughter?" he asks, she nods slowly. "Yes, I trust you." she says. "Good, now, I must go." he says, picking Alex out of the bed.

The man jumps off the balcony, four stories down. She gasps, running to see if the man and her baby girl was alright. All she saw was a jet black wolf carrying a baby, rolled up within a pink baby blanket. The black wolf disappeared into the woods, never to be seen again for eighteen years.