Werewolf Academy Year Three - Jayme Morse Page 0,43

do something so extreme for his sake.

And yet, I found myself drawn to him for some reason.

I wasn’t sure what it was about this guy who stood before me, but there was this magnet-like energy, a force between that just made me want to be with him. I wanted to marry him and have babies with him.

Did this mean that he was my mate? I was afraid that if I didn’t agree to marry him, then I would never actually know.

So, even though I knew it was a foolish thing to do, I nodded. “Yes. I will marry you.”

He beamed up at me and then stood up. “Perfect. We’ll get married tonight.”

“Tonight? How will I plan the wedding of my dreams?”

My mom’s words echoed through my mind. “You deserve a wedding that’s fit for a princess.”

“A marriage is about the union of a man and woman, not about the wedding ceremony, isn’t it, Princess?” I could hear the tone behind his voice; it challenged me.

“Under ordinary circumstances, I suppose so,” I replied. “But nothing about this situation is what one would call ordinary.”

“I’m going to be honest with you, Princess. When I broke into that castle with the intentions of rescuing you, I had one thing on my mind and one thing only—and that was becoming King. But now that I’ve met you, I would be lying to you if I told you I didn’t want to marry you for who you are.”

There was so much sincerity behind his voice that it was hard for me not to believe him.

“So, what I’m asking you is to please marry me tonight.” There was a hopeful look in his emerald green eyes.

“Okay,” I agreed. “I’ll marry you tonight.” I paused for a moment and then asked, “Are you going to tell me your name now, at least?”

He smiled. “If I told you my name, there’s no way in hell you would ever want to marry me.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” I asked him.

“Trust me. You wouldn’t. I have quite a reputation. The Queen hates me.”

“Then that’s all the more reason for me to like you,” I replied, a smile hitting my lips. “I’m not sure if you’ve figured this out about me yet, but I tend to like everything that my mother doesn’t like.”

“I know you’re quite the rebel.” He smiled down at me. “I have a feeling that you and I are going to get along really well, Princess. I can feel it in my bones. Together, we are going to become the most powerful Royals who will ever walk the paranormal realm.”

“But you really are going to tell me your name before the wedding, aren’t you?” I asked.

“I’ll tell you tonight during the ceremony.”

I rolled my eyes at him. “I should probably tell you that I really hate mystery.”

“You will probably hate me then. My life is full of mysteries waiting to be solved.” His eyes held mine. “Does that scare you away?”

I considered it for a moment and then slowly shook my head.

For some unexplainable reason, I was too intrigued by him, by the way I felt about him, to be scared away.

“I thought you told me I needed to go to Wolflandia or the human realm,” I realized then. “You said you can help me start a new life. Now you’re telling me that we can start a new life together on another island.”

“We’re going to need to hang low for a little while,” he explained. “Just long enough for the King and Queen to not have a search party looking for you. Once the timing is right, then we’ll work on building our own kingdom. So, what do you say? Are you in for a little adventure?”

I didn’t have to even think about it before I nodded. Everything about his plan sounded absolutely perfect.

A new life, away from the King and Queen. The parents who had murdered the one and only guy who I’d ever been in love with.

A new kingdom that would be our own.

A new gorgeous husband, who best of all, wasn’t Milos Santorini.

I couldn’t have chosen a better life for myself if I tried. It had been sheer luck that this handsome stranger had ended up in the castle in the first place, and even better luck that he’d had the means to help me escape.

“Meet me at North Lake at eight p.m.,” the stranger said.

“North Lake? That’s right near the Royal Palace. We can’t get married there,” I insisted.

“That’s the point Fallyn. Think about how