Page 59 of Their Princess

“No!” she shouted back, turning to face the werewolves as they returned to fight us.

“Stubborn bitch,” I hissed at her.

“Takes one to know one,” she snapped back.

Two dragons dropped out of the sky and my jaw dropped as Trey’s mother was one of them. She was in a warrior shift, something I didn’t realize she was capable of.

“You,” I hissed. “You orchestrated this?”

She bared her teeth at me. “It wasn’t hard to find others who want you dead as much as I do. So, why don’t you just accept your fate and die so that Trey can move on and find someone worthy of him.”

“Your son won’t even grieve for you and no funeral will be held as I’m going to burn your body and let your ashes wash down the sewer pipes!” I bellowed and ran at her.

A breath of fire whooshed out of her, but I dodged to the side and continued my approach.

Luckily for me, she wasn’t a trained fighter and despite my injuries, it wasn’t long before I had her wrapped up in my coils. I hesitated for a second, debating whether I should crush her or not. While she was evil and would have killed me had she had the ability, she was still Trey’s mother. Would he hate me for killing her even though I was protecting myself?

My hesitation gave one of the werewolves a chance to run over and attack me, their claws cutting into my scales and skin.

I screamed, but instead of loosening, I tightened my hold more. Bones cracked and after a second, her heart stopped beating against my underbelly.

Shifting quickly, I rolled away from her body and faced the werewolf who continued to advance on me.

He drew a sword from his back and smiled evilly. “This ends now, Princess.”

From the corner of my eye, I saw reinforcements arrive in the form of two of my adoptive fathers, Branson and Riddick.

Relief surged through me, but it was short lived as I had to duck and dodge away from the werewolf’s sword.

I stumbled over a piece of the car smoldering on the ground and the werewolf thrust his sword towards me.

Branson was suddenly there, between the werewolf and me, taking the sword to his stomach in my place.

“Bran!” I screamed.

He elbowed the werewolf behind him, forcing him to release his hold on the sword and jerked it out himself with a grunt.

I scrambled to my feet, gripping his shirt to pull it up to check, but he grabbed me in a bone-crunching hug. “We’re here, Lily. We’ve got you.”

“Bran Bran,” I sobbed.

He suddenly released me, spinning around and took a warrior shift, his body becoming mostly bear, and roared at the attacking werewolves and dragons. His roar shook the windows on the nearby houses and for a split second, fear crossed the faces of the werewolves near us.

Riddick knelt by Mason, checking him over.

“Go sit with Mason while we handle this,” Branson ordered me.

“Yes, Dad,” I whispered as I limped over to my still unconscious mate.

The werewolf who had stabbed him tried to run around Branson at me, but Branson grabbed him around the throat and lifted him off the ground, strangling him. “You hurt my daughter, so now you die.”

The werewolf’s screams followed me as I limped towards Mason and a smile spread over my face knowing Bran Bran was killing the one who had hurt me and my mates.

Riddick had gone off to help Piper with the dragon and wolf she was fighting against, so it was just Mason and I as I sat down on the pavement, being careful not to sit on broken glass.

Kayden was still fighting Alexander, seemingly in a stalemate as both sucked in breaths and bled from various injuries, about ten feet apart, glaring and snarling at each other.

Mason’s body suddenly jerked and he went from laying on the ground to standing in the blink of an eye. Black shadows danced across his skin a moment before disappearing. He looked down at me, an expression I hadn’t seen before on his handsome face, his eyes black orbs that glowed with power. “Lily, safe?” he asked in a deeper than usual voice.

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