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Princess of the Werewolves novel Chapter 91

Summary for Chapter 91: Princess of the Werewolves

Chapter summary of Chapter 91 – Princess of the Werewolves by ddralapp

In Chapter 91, a key chapter of the acclaimed Internet novel Princess of the Werewolves by ddralapp, readers are drawn deeper into a story filled with emotion, conflict, and transformation. This chapter brings crucial developments and plot twists that make it essential reading. Whether you’re new to the book or a loyal fan, this section delivers unforgettable moments that define the essence of Princess of the Werewolves.

She smiled innocently at her mate. Even with that stupid drug in my system, I could smell their raging hormones. "Baby" Hope cooed as she slowly inched towards her mate. "I've missed you so much" she said while batting her eyes.

I guess it was just check. We have one move that could save us in this game. River growled, not out of anger, but out of lust. I rolled my eyes at how easy that was. I was too busy watching Hope, that I didn't even realize Malcom's grip loosened. The knife wasn't even on my stomach anymore. But I couldn't attack yet. I still need River out of the way.

Hope licked her lips, making both River and Malcom growl. I pursed my lips to hold in my laugh. Malcom is way too old for Hope. "Can I be on your side? I'll do anything you want" she asked while her bottom lip jutted out. "Anything" she repeated slowly before biting her lip.

River groaned before pulling his mate towards himself. "Mine" he growled before roughly smashing his lips on Hope's. I rolled my eyes. Men.

Hope opened her eyes and winked at me. But apparently, Malcom thought the wink was for him, so he growled as his arousal was rolling off of him. I quickly turned and snapped his neck. At the same time, Hope snapped River's neck.

I made eye-contact with my guardian before smiles broke out of both our faces. "Girl power!" we shouted in unison. The guys snapped out of their dazes as they glanced back and forth between the bodies and us.

Rolling my eyes, I put my hand on my hip. "You guys are so helpful" I stated sarcastically. I shrieked as Asher picked me up. He quickly pecked my lips before setting me back down and lifted my shirt to reveal my stomach. He peppered kissed all over my little belly bump. I'm three weeks into my pregnancy, which only lasts four or five months since Asher is an Alpha and I'm a Royal.

"I love you so much" Asher stated after covering every inch of my stomach with kisses.

"Since you love me 'so much' and I'm carrying your child, you should get me some bananas" I said with a smile. He rolled his eyes before pecking my lips.

"I'll get the bananas" Shawn stated.

"I'll check on the warriors" Brian said.

I looked behind Asher and noticed that everyone was still here; until Brian and Shawn left. Hope was sobbing into Jacobs chest. I guess the fact that she killed her mate just sunk in. I frowned. "I'll take her to her room" Jacobs informed me before picking up Hope. She was still crying as he carried her out.

He mumbled in coherent words, but I caught the last few words. "I'm so tired" Tears blurred my vision. Is he tired of me? Does he not want the baby? I thought he was excited about the pregnancy. He's probably mad at me. I made him get up like a hundred times to get me food. I should've just kept my cravings to myself. Now, he doesn't even want our baby.

I pursed my lips to hold in my sobs while I got out of the bed. I heard shuffling as I walked towards the door. The lights flickered on, but I kept walking. "Eve?" Asher asked softly. I bit my lip as tears dropped from my face and onto my carpet. Asher quickly got out of the bed and wrapped his arms around me. "Why are you crying?"

Sniffling, I looked into his eyes. "Why don't you want our baby?" I whispered before burying my face in my hands. I get if he's mad at me for making him get up a lot, but it's our baby.

"What are you talking about?" he questioned. "I want this baby. And I want all of our future babies and our future grand-babies" he stated.

I slowly moved my hands and gazed up at him. "Really?" I asked.

Asher nodded in confirmation. "Come on. Stop crying" he said softly. I wiped my face and took deep breaths. Fucking, pregnancy hormones. "What do you feel like having for breakfast?"

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