Prologue

I really hate this ridiculous tradition of your parents choosing who you should or should not marry, I mean they're not the ones who will spend the rest of their lives with that person. What makes it worse is that whilst living in the 21st century where everybody's allowed to choose their other half I'm afraid that the people (including all the parents, especially the parents) in my kingdom choose to live as though we're still in the middle ages. Oh yes we've got all the technology and TV's and computers and shit but in the marriage department I'm afraid we're desperately far behind. And it's all those darn mutts' fault. Werewolves, yes you heard me, werewolves are alive and well in my kingdom and run the show where humans make up the larger portion of the population. I'm one myself in fact but alas have not shifted yet since we only start shifting when in extreme danger, and my life has been lived perfectly safe (so far, anyways). There are a few kingdoms which is run by humans and sometimes us werewolves get paired to them, but that only happens where the couple are in love. The unlucky princesses (which will eventually include me and my two older sisters) are paired off to princes of nearby werewolf kingdoms so that we can mate and ensure the future of our race, which basically means I'm gonna be marry a mutt and have his pups and be his slave for the rest of my terrible life (oh joy). My name is Cleopatra, I'm 19 years old and the youngest princess and daughter of King Arnoldus and Queen Claire, and this is my story of how I was paired off to marry probably the coldest, yet sexiest werewolf I've ever seen. When we first met it was like fireworks went off, the wrong kind unfortunately, but through hard struggles and almost losing each other in battle we realized how much we both really loved each other and live our married life together because of that reason and not because we were forced to by our parents. Please follow this journey with me, hope you guys enjoy it