Their Hidden Princess

Zora once thought she was just an ordinary human orphan. That is, until her biological mother, Victoria, suddenly appeared on her eighteenth birthday and revealed the shocking truth: she was a princess, a werewolf. Victoria, the Queen of the Werewolves, brought Zora back to the werewolf kingdom and immediately demanded that she choose a fiancé from four men. Zora believed that Victoria didn’t love her because she was wolfless. She had no intention of marrying a stranger, someone she’d never met. In the end, Victoria compromised, promising that if Zora could graduate from Alpha Academy on her own, she wouldn’t have to marry. But on her very first day at Alpha Academy, while hiding her true identity as a princess, Zora immediately clashed with her potential husbands... These sexy, arrogant men were nothing but trouble, and Zora vowed she would never submit to them.

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