Grace Goodwin - His Virgin Princess

His Virgin Princess: Copyright © 2018 by Grace Goodwin

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Epilogue

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Danielle Gunderson, Planet Everis, Outskirts of Feris 5

The cold seeped into my bones through the hard ground where I settled. The thin sheets of silver and black thermal blankets kept me from freezing to death. The food I’d managed to steal before leaving the Touchstone was running low. Me? I could survive on less. If I had to, I could build traps and survive in the wild. I’d done it before. But I had no idea what condition my mate would be in. He’d been blocking me, refusing to let me into his dreams, ordering me to stay away from him.

“As if,” I huffed.

I didn’t dare take off my boots, just shoved them into the bottom of the thin sleeping bag. If I took them off, I’d never get them back on because of all the hiking I’d done. The swelling was so bad in my injured ankle that I could feel my toes turning blue. I propped my feet up on a large rock and sighed. “I will find you, Gage. And when I do, you’ve got some explaining to do.”

Yes, I was talking to myself, something I often did in the woods. But if my mate learned anything about me, he would need to understand that I was no princess content to sit around in silk and perfume at the Touchstone as Hunter after Hunter tried to woo me. Even my friends, Lexi and Katie, underestimated me. Yes, I was smallish. Five-two with shoes on. No, I didn’t weigh a lot. But small didn’t mean weak, didn’t mean clueless. My dad taught me that. He’d only been five-nine, but he’d been a Navy SEAL. When he’d retired, he’d taught me to love the land like he did. We’d spent hours exploring the Florida wetlands and summers wandering in the wild Montana mountains. Until he died, and my beloved mountains turned on me.

But that was another life. Another planet. A life I’d traveled across the universe to leave behind. And damned if I’d let some stubborn Everian Hunter keep me from my happily ever after. Maybe I had a touch of a princess in me after all.

I could track almost anything. A skill I’d learned from my dad. But since arriving on Everis, I’d also discovered that it was an ability of an Everian, that tracking was inherent to those from this planet. I had the mark on my hand, as my father had. According to Warden Egara, back at the Interstellar Bride Processing Center on Earth, the mark proved we were descendants of aliens, Everians, to be exact. I had Hunter DNA in my blood. In my soul, more like. Understanding why I’d never been content to sit inside a classroom, why I’d dropped out of college and returned to the outdoors, had been a relief. My Earth friends hadn’t understood the restlessness inside me. It was always there. Urging me to go. To seek . To hunt. Something. Anything.

Coming here had seemed like a dream come true, like coming home.

Until my mate decided not to show up at the Touchstone and claim me. He set the mark on my hand – and my body – on fire, and never showed. Big jerk. Then I find out he’d been captured or kidnapped or something and he told me to stay away, not to risk myself, to find someone else. Like I’d want another man to touch me when I knew that man wasn’t ‘The One’. I’d saved myself for someone special, waiting for sex to mean more than a quick screw in the back of some good-old-boy’s truck, and my mate was not going to steal that from me.

No. I could track a mountain lion across a river and over a mountain. I could follow alligators through a swamp. I could find one stubborn, pain-in-the-ass mate. And I was close. There was no way he’d be able to keep me out of his head now. For two days, I’d been walking in this general direction, following something I couldn’t explain, even to myself. It wasn’t visible, tangible. There were no breadcrumbs to follow.

It was instinct. The deepest part of me demanding I put one foot in front of the other in this direction. I wondered if this was what a homing pigeon felt like, flying, always flying in one direction with no idea why. And maybe no one to welcome it home at the end of its long, painful journey.

I wiped the track of tears from my right cheek and curled into a ball on the ground. My back to the rocks, I was protected from the wind, and the thermal wraps let me get warm enough to sleep. At least as much as the stabbing pain in my wrecked ankle would allow. It was dawn, and I’d been walking all night. Now, I needed a few hours to recover, to rest my old injury, let the swelling go down.