The Princess Guard

The Princess Guard

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"You cannot tell me what to do!" I sneered at the man standing before me. My newest assigned guard, who quickly became the biggest pain in my ass. He was just the flavor of the month, really. It wouldn't be much longer before he quit like the rest of them did..and I could not wait for that day. He raises an eyebrow at me as I roll my eyes, turning around with a huff and crossing my arms. Pouting always worked, they just couldn't resist the puppy dog face. "I am literally paid to tell you what to do, princess." His voice came out smooth as silk. It was alluring. I listened as his footsteps approached me..I hated the way that excited me. My cheeks flushed when he pressed his body against my back. I stepped away and faced him, glaring with all of my might. He brushed his index finger down my cheek, trailing his hand to my collar bone. My entire body got hot under his touch. He licked his lips before speaking again and I was practically in puddles. "I'm sure it won't be long before you're begging for me to tell you what to do, afterall." *** Princess Dayanara, the fiery and ill-tempered vampire princess who goes through personal guards like she goes through blood bags. Free spirited and longing for a life of her own, her father hires guard after guard to protect her. None are able to put up with her long enough to see the next month. Just when she thinks The King is done trying to control her, Salem enters her life. Equally as stubborn the stoic and strong willed vampire vows to protect Dayanara with his life, while both leave their hearts unguarded.
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"The fuck you are leaving me." His roar cracked through the hall like lightning. Ara didn't blink. She stood there, calm as death, done to her core. No tears. No tremble. Just a weary exhale as she turned her back on him - the one thing he never thought she'd do. Before she could take a step, his hand shot out, gripping her arm like he was holding on to life itself. "Where are you going, Ara!" His command shook the pack. But she wasn't his to command. Not anymore. Ara ripped her arm free with a force that made even his wolf recoil. "Don't. Touch. Me." Her aura slammed into him, cold and merciless. "You think I'll stand here and watch you mate and breed her?" she hissed, every word a dagger. His throat bobbed. "She meant nothing." She laughed - sharp, broken, brutal. "Yeah? That's why you were fucking her in your office? Couldn't even hide the scent of your betrayal." "Ara, it was a mistake-" She stepped closer, eyes blazing. "Your mistakes come in episodes, Alpha. Season one, season two, season three. You don't make mistakes. You make choices." He swallowed hard. "I don't need her. I need you." "Lies," she spat. "Every damn sentence you breathe is a lie. I can't even look at you without feeling sick." He flinched like her words physically hit him. "That female behind you?" she pointed, not bothering to glance. "Perfect for you. Go mark her. Breed her. Hell, fuck her for all I care." Her voice cracked - but she kept going, blade steady even when bleeding. "I don't need you. Not anymore." His knees crashed to the floor. The mighty Alpha. On the ground. For her. "Ara... I'm sorry. I'm really fucking sorry." His voice broke like he finally understood what loss tasted like. She stared at him with a sad, devastating smile. "Isn't it too late for that, Mate?" One tear escaped - and she crushed it away with her thumb. Then she turned. Walked. Didn't look back. But he didn't chase her. Because he knew. He didn't just lose her. He wrecked her.

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