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PRINCESS SIGRUN OF WINDSMOOR[Brooklyn]On a wooden counter sat a smooth, black piece of glass roughly the size of my palm.I stared at it. The glass stared back.Carefully, I extended one finger to prod it. The moment my skin touched the smooth surface, the black mirror flashed violently to life with a blinding, colorful glare."Aah!" I squeaked, dropping into a defensive combat stance I’d learned in secret from the palace guards, my fists raised.Nothing attacked me.Instead, glowing white numbers floated across a painted image of a sunset: 8:14 AM.Before I could process how a flat piece of glass was keeping time without a pendulum, the glass let out a cheerful, high-pitched DING!Words materialized onto the mirror like magical ink:Eva: hey girl! don't forget movie night tonight. you're pickingEva: PS nothing about that Van Gogh dude you've been obsessed with for the past week or I'll stab MYself in the ear with a forkI stared at the glowing rectangle, my jaw practically touchin
PRINCESS SIGRUN OF WINDSMOOR [Brooklyn. The morning after the swap] I woke up to a cacophonous nightmare. A high-pitched, screeching howl that sounded like a dying beast. There was a loud deafening HONK that rattled me so much I threw myself from the bed and onto the floor for cover. An angry man’s voice yelled from faraway, “Ay, fuck you, jackass! Watch how you drive, shithead!” I remained where I was on the floor for a few more moments, my arms covering my head, and my heart slamming violently against my ribs. Slowly, I raised my head and my eyes darted frantically around the room. Everything looked so different. And the noise, dear gods! Constant, chaotic, overwhelming noise that seemed to be coming from somewhere outside the window that was strangely so close to the narrow bed I’d thrown myself down from. A low, vibrating hum rattled through the floorboards—coming from a giant white box in the corner—while the ceiling above me creaked under the rhythmic thud-thud-thud of so
SIGRUN Waking up was a slow, luxurious unraveling. Every single muscle in my body felt heavy, loose, and pleasantly bruised. My thighs throbbed with a dull, persistent ache, my throat felt slightly raspy, and the skin on my wrists bore faint aches where the soft leather bindings had held me fast to the headboard. I didn't open my eyes immediately. I just lay there, buried under a mountain of thick, dark furs, breathing in the warm, intoxicating scent of pine, winter air, and Varul’s unmistakable masculine scent. He was still here. That was the first real realization that washed over me. For seven long, miserable days, Varul had risen before dawn, leaving the bed cold before I even had the chance to reach for him. But this morning, the heavy, immovable weight of his broad arm was clamped firmly around my waist, his large palm resting flat against my bare stomach, trapping me flush against his side. I shifted slightly, letting out a soft, feline sigh, and the arm around my waist i
SIGRUN The angle was lethal. Every thrust hit a deep, sensitive node inside me that made my vision blur with stars. I bit my lip even harder to stop myself from making a sound. My slick core was trembling, contracting wildly around his shaft, hovering right on the precipice of a mind-shattering orgasm. I was desperate. I twisted my hips slightly, trying to chase the friction, trying to push myself over the edge. "Don't you dare," Varul growled into my ear, feeling my body fighting for release. He tightened his grip on my hair, holding me pinned in place while his hips slammed into me with relentless, rhythmic power. "Hold it for me, Sigrun." Tears of pure, unbearable pleasure gathered in the corners of my eyes. I gripped my own bound fingers behind my back, praying to survive the sheer intensity of his punishment. He was relentless, a man possessed, his heavy chest heaving against my back, his dark growls vibrating against my spine as he took his fill of me. My body was
SIGRUN My knees were shaking so violently I wasn’t sure they would support my weight for another five seconds. Kneeling on the fur rug in front of him, my lips swollen and wet, my knees weak, I looked up into Varul’s face. The dry, stoic Alpha King was completely gone. In his place stood a man consumed by raw, untamed desire—his golden amber eyes glowing like burning coals in the dim firelight, his broad chest heaving as he stared down at me. Before I could even draw another breath, his massive hands clamped under my armpits, lifting me off the floor as easily as if I weighed nothing at all. I let out a soft gasp, instantly reaching up to wrap my bare arms around his neck. I hitched my legs up, locking my ankles firmly behind his broad waist. A sharp, dull throb shot up my right foot—the sprained ankle reminding me it wasn't quite a hundred percent healed—but I didn't care. The aching joint was nothing compared to the white-hot heat pooling between my thighs. Varul adj
VARULThe quill was heavy in my hand, the wet black ink leaving dark, jagged initials across the bottom of another trade shipment manifest.I dipped the feather back into the well, my knuckles already stiff from hours of mind-numbing paperwork. Wall. Timber, iron rivets, extra grain stores, and heavy canvas for the builders working at Linewatch.The rebuilding was coming along. Weeks after the wall collapsed, there still hadn't been a single report of another attack from the blue creatures. No strange tracks in the snow.So far, everything was peaceful—even after the little hiccup that was Lord Halvar’s sudden death.I leaned back in the carved oak chair, rubbing the bridge of my nose as I stared at the stack of parchment waiting on my desk. The council had unanimously marked his death as collateral. The death of an Alpha during a primal ritual like the High Hunt was hardly uncommon. When the blood moon rose, everyone became feral. Beasts took over and blood was spilled in the dark. I
I was out of the bath even before I knew it. Conny and Rita's surprised exclaims of “Yer Highness!” faded into the background. I didn't care about the watery mess I'd made or about the embarrassing state of my undress. I'd missed her so much, so very much. “Mom! Oh my God, Mom!” I cried. She gave
Conny and Rita were staring at me strangely. Apparently, this was something I was supposed to know already. Except that I didn’t. Then it all clicked. “A wolf? L-like a werewolf? My betrothed is a werewolf?” I whispered, mostly out of shock. Then I felt the laughter bubbling at the base of my thro
“Well, thank gods, ye snapped out o’ it, yer highness. What was all that about?” Rita said, giving me a stern, matronly look. Although she seemed friendly enough, she scared me a little. Thankfully, she didn’t give me time to answer as she bustled forward and fussed with my hair and clothes, all t
“Arghhhhh! Stay away from me, you perverts!” I scrambled to my knees on the bed (come to think of it, it was a really soft bed. The strangeness of it registered somewhere in my mind but I was far too occupied at the moment to think too much of it), and eyed the two (frightened?) women fearfully.







