❝ it seems that i have underestimated you, princess. ❞ ❝ that was your first mistake. coming here unarmed will be your last. ❞ ┃princess, prisoner, mercenary, advisor, soldier, commander, commoner ┃ GAME OF THRONES SEASONS 1-8 The Stag and the Snow (1) **ENDING REWRITE IN PROGRESS** tws: violence; sexual violence; description of gore; description of family loss and grief; sexual situations; graphic description of child loss; mentions of suicide; violent language. **** UNDER CONSTRUCTION ****

The stranger was mounted bareback, his face hooded against the night, his cloak dark green and billowing behind him. His hearing was sharp and his eyes watchful as he neared the lights in the distance. It felt like he was drenched to the bone and the Pixies had been nagging and messing with him all night, preventing much needed sleep. They came out of small hollows and under leaves just to tug on his hair and munch on his horse's behind, fueled by the torment. He had to swipe one off every few minutes when he felt a sharp pain but they were soon gone as the trees thinned out into an open road, now just puddles and mud. There was a crooked wooden sign reading: The Gruesome Sphinx.

Belle has not had the best life. Most of it she spent taking care of her sick father while her mother ran off to sleep with other men. So you can imagine her frustration when, only a few months after the death of her father, her mother forces her to come spend the holidays with her and her new family. But what happens when she meets a certain alpha on the plane who claims that she belongs to him? ---- "Mine. Mate," he said, his deep, husky voice ringing in my ears. His hands tightened around me as his forehead came down to meet mine and he breathed in deeply. I let my eyes close as I basked in the feeling of his arms around me and the delicious sparks that were running through my body. I didn't even know that it was possible to feel this good. I felt his head move from mine as he nuzzled his nose into my neck. I tilted my head to give him better access and he let out an approving grunt. And then I felt him place a gentle kiss right where my neck and shoulder met. My knees went weak, my entire body going numb as a breathy sound came from my mouth. He smiled against my neck, chuckling and taking all of my weight into his arms as I leaned completely into him to stop myself from falling. "Hello, mate," he whispered in my ear. ------ This book is also known as Kidnapped By My Mate.