The Alpha Princess And Her Dragon Mate

Snatch Her Man

The changes in her status were subtle after that trip. The women in the Harem no longer ghosted her as though she were some dirty thing off the streets. Some even spoke to her, trying to spark a conversation. One of them had her servants bring Sabrina some homebaked cookies.

They all knew the King had an interest in her. If the trip hadn't been enough to prove this, he constantly sought her out—mostly to walk with her in the garden or to watch her tear prey apart in her wolf form. The bastard must be getting off on that. Sabrina, of course, had no reason to celebrate because this wasn’t what she wanted. She liked to think the quickest way to a man’s heart was through his pants—or his stomach, in some contexts. But Alaric showed no s****l desire toward her after that one time. No matter how many times she clung to him, made bedroom eyes, or even tried kissing him, he would only give her an amused look and find an excuse to push her away.

He didn’t want her. And it made her blood boil when she heard one of the consorts talking about her night with the King. Here was Sabrina, presenting herself on a silver platter for that man, but he preferred someone else. So what was the issue? Wasn’t she attractive? Didn’t he like her? Why go out of his way to spend time with her if he felt no interest in her? The truth was, she had no interest in being platonic buddies with this man—not one bit.

But everyone else in the palace thought she was favored by the King, and Sabrina wouldn’t go out of her way to correct them. Today, she basked in the warm sun filtering through the gardens shrouded in flowery trees and plants. She plucked a few weeds from a flower bed absentmindedly, not noticing the figure approaching her until a hand was placed on her back. Sabrina jerked in shock.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” Rosaline said, though she didn’t look sorry at all. Her dark hair was held in a loose bun, and she wore a dress more casual than anything Sabrina had seen on her before. “You must be extremely bored if you’re taking it out on the poor flowers.”

“I’m sorry. It’s just... I think they need proper weeding. They won’t grow properly otherwise.”

“True. I’ll have the servants take a look. Nobody really cares too much about flowers on this side of the palace. It would explain why the servants have grown neglectful.”

“Did you need something, Your Majesty?” Sabrina asked. There was no way the princess would seek her out just to talk. She was much too busy for that. Sabrina had heard Rosaline managed most of the domestic aspects of the palace—Alaric trusted her that much.

“Please, I told you to call me Rose. I was just about to go into town to get a few necessities. Al suggested I take you along, seeing as you’re not used to how boring the palace is. What do you say?”

Sabrina hesitated, mostly because she had expected Rose to display some sort of jealous behavior toward the attention she was receiving from the King. Though Sabrina was only a no-name w***e under the King, the number of times Alaric sought her out should have been alarming, right? Unless, of course, Rosaline had no romantic feelings toward Alaric, so there would be no jealousy.

“I would love to come, thank you.”

“It’s alright. Go change into something casual and comfortable.”

Sabrina did as she was told. Leyla was very reluctant to see her leave the palace alone. The woman was paranoid that Rose might do something to her. Sabrina assured her she was more than capable of protecting herself if the Dragon Princess tried anything. She wasn’t some weakling who needed protecting.

She rode with Rose in a royal carriage. The trip to the market took about an hour. Rose chatted casually about different topics to keep her entertained. Sabrina wasn’t surprised when the carriage stopped in front of a jewelry store. The store also sold beautiful fabrics. Rose usually designed her own dresses, and picking out the best fabric for her designs was essential to her. She told Sabrina she had dreams of being a seamstress. If she hadn’t entered the palace, she would have spent her years doing what she loved.

“Look at this one,” Rose said, drawing Sabrina’s attention to a beautiful golden fabric with intricate lace embroidery. “This is Al’s favorite color, and I think the lace matches your eyes so well. Why don’t you get this? I’ll have my seamstress pick out a beautiful design for you.”

“It’s alright. I’m not really a fan of this color,” Sabrina replied, knowing that, according to palace rules and regulations, only Rose was allowed to wear this color. As much as Sabrina hated being restricted, she understood hierarchy and respected it.

Rose still tried to persuade her, but Sabrina was firm in her decision. Eventually, the Dragon Princess gave up but made another suggestion. “These gold earrings are also very pretty. Take them as a reward for coming with me today.”

Before Sabrina could protest, Rosaline was helping her put on the earrings. She beamed in satisfaction and handed her a mirror. The earrings were indeed beautiful, and the gold easily drew attention—not really Sabrina’s style, but since it was a gift, she couldn’t turn it down.

Two hours passed smoothly, and soon the women headed to a small eatery opposite the store for something to eat. It was a mere coincidence that they ran into a particular person.

“Allen!” Rosaline called out to the blond man. He was there with a few of his men, his eyes narrowing slightly when he saw Sabrina trailing behind Rose. “What brings you here?”

“Hello, Cousin. I’m just here to get some supplies. I see you brought a friend with you this time.”

“Yes, this is Sabrina. She’s new to the palace.”

“Tsk, I know.” How could he not? He had brought her into the palace himself. Sabrina rolled her eyes at the disdainful glare Allen fixed on her. Rosaline didn’t seem to notice the animosity between them as she walked off to the store attendants to place an order.

“Well, look at you. A few weeks in, and you’re already friendly with Rosaline while successfully snatching her man.”

“I have no intention of snatching anyone,” Sabrina said. And what was there to snatch anyway? Alaric was far from monogamous—there were fourteen other women in the palace for a reason. Just because he showed favor toward one of them didn’t mean much. His preference could change at any moment. Besides, the man clearly had no romantic or s****l feelings for her. What he had was interest—mostly in her werewolf side, not her.

Allen wouldn’t know this, of course. Everyone who knew the Dragon King knew he didn’t go out of his way to spend time with just anyone. And that night during their trip, Alaric had joined his men smelling distinctly of desire for the woman. It was clear something had happened between them.

“You should know my cousin is the King’s favorite. She has been for years. Women like you come and go. Soon enough, he’ll get bored of you. And you know what will happen next?”

“What?”

“You’ll fall into the Commander’s arms. He still holds a grudge for that little stunt you pulled. He’ll want to have you, break you, and make you live to regret your actions. And me? I’ll be there to pick up the pieces—just to watch him break you again.”

Allen laughed maliciously and reached out a hand to brush a strand of hair from her face. Sabrina grabbed the offending hand, digging her claws into his skin and watching Allen’s face shift from amusement to pain.

“You’re delirious if you think I’ll just lay back and let you mess with me.” She bared her sharp teeth, which could easily cause significant damage. Allen flinched slightly but continued glaring at her. “I’m not weak. I might have been once, but never again. I’d die before I let you break me.”

“Sabrina? Come over and place your order. We’ll be going back to the palace soon.”

Sabrina retracted her claws. With one last glare at the young dragon, she moved over to Rosaline’s side.

Allen’s fist clenched before going slack as he brought his hand up to inspect it. The claw marks were deep, blood oozing from the wound. If it had been an ordinary injury, it would have healed by now. But werewolf claws were venomous—not only to dragons but to vampires, witches, and even humans. He could pick up Sabrina’s scent where she had held his hand. Unconsciously, he brought the hand closer to his face and sniffed.

“Crazy b***h,” he scoffed. And if he had hardened in his pants at some point during the interaction, no one would ever know about it.