Chapter 115

"Just a thousand." I smiled apologetically. "You're gonna bleed me dry." Jon sighed. "You have a history of losing bets." "That was your fault, and you don't get to joke about that€it's too soon." "Get over it, Diana. It's been a year." Jon chuckled. Oh Goddess. A year had passed since the Claiming Ceremony. A full year since I became a princess€I was a Queen now. In twelve months, I successfully made the transition from planning to join the human world to actually wanting to help the werewolf race. I contemplated on the year that had passed. Being claimed, being brought to the palace, having a miscarriage, and training the she-wolves€not a bad year for Diana. I even managed to fixed things with Evan, made new friends, gained new insight on my father, and fallen in love. I, who swore never to be one of those idiot cheesy girls who fell head over heels, was now enamored with a King. A King. Did I just suddenly find myself in the middle of one of those raunchy historical novels?