Wolf Unleashed (The Royal Heir #2) by Jen L. Grey

Chapter One

My head was dizzy as I stared into the mirror in the corner of the bedroom that formerly belonged to my parents. For most of the past twelve years of my life, this right here was my worst nightmare. Even though I didn’t favor one parent over the other, it almost made it worse having both of them stare back at me from my own reflection.

Distant memories and laughter filled my head. The last time I stood right here was just a few nights before they died. My uncle had orchestrated a plan to kill my parents and me. However, I escaped death that night, at the tender age of six, with my father and mother’s personal security guards. For the past twelve years, they both had raised me and became my family.

“Are you okay?” Mason’s deep voice tore me out of the memory.

“No, but I will be.” I glanced at the elegant black dress that I wore for my presentation to the supernatural world as their queen. My blue eyes were the exact same shade as my father’s, and my vibrant dark red hair a gift from my mother. “The last time I was here, I was so upset. I hated wearing dresses.”

“So not much has changed?” My mate chuckled as he walked up behind me. His handsome face reflected right next to mine.

“Nope.” A laugh did manage to escape me, and I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or afraid. Some of the pain was beginning to heal with Mason and his sister, Ella, by my side, but I worried that might mean I’d lose memories of my parents now that I was finding happiness.

“Don’t worry.” He leaned down and tenderly kissed my neck right where the faint scar of his bite marks were from completing our bond. “I’ll be getting you out of it as soon as this thing is over.”

“Promises, promises.” I turned toward him and took a deep breath of his earthy scent.

His hair was still short, and his emerald eyes glowed. He was a couple of inches taller than my five-foot-ten frame, and somehow his designer black suit emphasized all his muscles in the sexiest way possible. “You clean up nice.”

“Only for you.” He leaned down, capturing my lips between his teeth.

A moan left me, and I curled my arms around his neck.

“Oh my God!” Ella’s voice was raised for dramatics. “The past week, every time I walk in here you guys are kissing or moaning.”

Mason pulled back and huffed. “It’s our bedroom. What the hell do you expect?”

“You knew I’d come in here before the dinner party.” She entered the room, proving her lack of boundaries.

He turned toward her and arched an eyebrow. “If you come in after the party, be ready to see my naked ass.”

“Seriously?” It was true, but not something I wanted to share with her. You probably encouraged her to do just that.

True. He grimaced as he glanced at me.

“You look beautiful.” Ella sashayed over to me in her skin-tight red dress. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back, and her hazel eyes popped with her dark eyeshadow.

“So do you.” I wrapped my arms around her.

“Watch the hair.” She snorted as she carefully hugged me back. “Oh, you decided to wear it down too?”

“Mom always wore her hair up.” Since the car crash, I’d done everything I could to not cry when I looked in the mirror.

“Got it.” Ella frowned and glanced at her brother. “You look weird. Like you might even be able to pass as a gentleman.”

“Don’t worry.” Mason smirked. “I’m still not a gentleman to anyone except Elena.”

“Won’t you have to change now?” She tilted her head and pursed her lips.

“Nope, he sure doesn’t.” That had been one of my dad’s strengths. He wanted everyone to be who they were, politics be damned. It caused him to have many loyal followers and the same number of enemies.

“Well, good.” Ella looked at me and raised a hand to block Mason from seeing her lips. “Because that would be awkward when he couldn’t do it.”

“You know I can still hear you?” Mason shook his head, and his brow furrowed. “What was even the point of that?”

“Dramatics.” Ella turned toward him. “You should know I won’t say anything about you behind your back. I wanted to make sure you heard what I said while still trying to be discreet and polite.”

Oh dear. When these two got going there was no telling when it would end. “As fun as this is, King Adelmo and his wife are downstairs waiting.”