Their Hidden Princess (Zora) novel Chapter 1

My mother abandoned me for eighteen years, but she brought me back from the orphanage to marry me off. Though, I was wolfless—a disgrace to her. That’s why she abandoned me. She preferred her adopted daughter to me. Yet still, I am expected to marry someone I’ve never met.

I stared at the list in front of me. The names looked familiar. Wolfham. Lunerly. Moonraiser. The photos next to the name were of some of the most handsome men I’d ever seen. Each with striking features and shiny gold eyes.

Alphas.

I scoffed before shoving the list across the table. I slumped back in my chair and crossed my arms over my chest. I raised one eyebrow.

“So I’m supposed to pick one like a cut of meat?”

The woman standing in front of me, my mother, sighed. “Zora,” she sounded exhausted. “They’re all lovely men. Each the heir to their namesake. Excellent alphas. They could teach you a lot.”

I felt a scowl form across my face. My tone turned bitter. “Why don’t you let Amara chose and I’ll take her scraps,” I said. I shoved the paper in front of me further towards my mother. “I doubt any of the men will want a wolfless wife anyways.”

My mother’s face fell. The familiar guilt I’d seen made its way to her eyes. “You are first born,” She said softly. “You have the right to choose. Wolf or not.”

“First born yet you abandoned me for eighteen years,” I snapped. “Clearly, I’m not the one you care about. Your adopted daughter is. So why don’t you let her choose.”

My mother’s mouth twitched as if she were about to cry. I sharply stood up from my chair and stomped towards the door to the room. I wrenched it open and left Victoria in her office.

I felt like we’d had that same conversation a hundred times in the last six months I’d been living with Victoria and Amara. Queen Victoria. Of the Luna pack. One of the strongest and most feared werewolf packs in the world.

But I didn’t grow up knowing that. I grew up bouncing from orphanage to foster home to orphanage, thinking I was just a human girl who no one loved. The latter was true, but the former was that I was heir to the Luna throne. I only learned that the day I turned eighteen.

I stood on the street with my things in a bag, nowhere to go after being told I was too old to stay in the orphanage. As the tears began to stream down my face, she appeared.

Something told me the woman with fiery red hair and golden honey eyes had to be related to me. Her nose as the same shape as the one I saw in the mirror. When she smiled at me, the same dimple I’d come to hate mirrored itself on her face.

I dropped my bag immediately. Then she told me her name was Queen Victoria Luna. And she was my mother.

I had a million questions running through my head but the only one that escaped from my throat was a “Why?”

It’s a question Victoria has never answered. That gave me all the information I needed to know. My mother never loved me. Never wanted me. I tossed aside like old clothes. The only reason she returned to get me was to validate her lineage and to secure the place on the Luna throne.

I was a political pawn.

That and I was a political pawn without a wolf.

Victoria’s lack of love was further proved as she asked me questions about my childhood. Irritability at the full moon? No. A longing to run? No. An itchy, scratchy feeling in my bones? What the hell was she on about?

Then she told me I was supposed to be a werewolf. A being who could transform into a wolf on the flip of a dime. With super strength and hearing and all the cool occult abilities I’d read about in books. But I had none of it. I was exceptionally ordinary.

Another reason for Victoria to hate me. But that was when I learned her signature guilty look. The sadness that crept over her and melted itself onto her face.

It was burned into my skull as I left the room where Victoria threw the marriage candidates at me. I blinked a bunch of try and get it out of my head. It had slowly faded when I heard my name called and whipped around to see it again.

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