I loved everything about LA. The weather, the beautiful beaches, the amazing nightclubs...it was practically one of the best places for an energetic teenager or adult to have a good time. I never saw myself permanently leaving here until Brad had rejected me and made it unbearable to be in the same place as him. But even then, I was reluctant about the idea.

But then Reagan showed up, and many of my previous choices just seemed like a faraway dream if he wasn't part of it. But still, LA would forever be the city I love the most. And I think Reagan also likes it here. He narrated to me that before we met, he usually came here to relax, that's why he has a penthouse here in the first place. If only he had gone out more, then maybe we would have met earlier than we did.

But anyway, everything happens for a reason. I am where I am today - strong, confident, and happy because of all that I've been through. I've made both friends and enemies and got one amazing mate always by my side. Reagan never ceases to surprise me as I'm still stunned about the incident in the hall of justice. He had promised me Janet wasn't going to get out so easily, and he'd fulfilled it. It's such a shame her life ended in such a way because of her spite for me. I was in shock for a while that day, and Reagan had become too overprotective. He hardly let me out of his sight or his quarters. Even though Janet was...gone, he was still wary and a bit paranoid.

We decide to come to LA for a break after weeks of constantly attending Janet's trial. And this morning, I'm ogling the handsome cook in our kitchen preparing breakfast. Lexi is also beside me, drooling all over the table as biscuits, dripping with gravy, are set out in front of us. The aroma alone is enough to fill my belly as I've never smelled anything as f*****g delicious as this. And I have gone to a lot of restaurants and even lived in a freaking palace, but nothing compared to this.

Lexi had made some changes while we were gone from LA. One being she fired Joanna, the former cook, without batting an eyelash. And then she replaced her with a male cook, Matthew, who is the current reason saliva pools in my mouth. He's a human but had good looks and a fit body for just a cook. He moves around the kitchen wearing a green apron, making a heavenly breakfast that I can't wait to devour and serving us as soon as each plate is ready. Still, he had made it strictly clear he didn't want us taking a bite till he everything done.

"Where did you say you found him again?" I sigh, c*****g my head to the side with my eyes still glued on Matthew. It isn't him I'm fascinated with, but the food he makes. He prepares some grape juice and places them beside our meal before serving us.

"I never found him. He found me." Lexi sighs, also having a dreamy look on her face.

Sending a breathtaking smile our way, he urges us, "You can begin, ladies." He didn't have to say it more than once before we dig in like a pair of hungry lions. Our moans come next when we bite into the soft biscuit with our eyes nearly rolling to the back of our head.

"Matthew what do you put in these? They taste so good." I had to ask even with my mouth full. His grin widens when he sees the look of pure bliss on our faces.

"It's a secret, Ellie." He winks at me, causing me to pout back at him. However, I feel a slight burning in my chest at that moment, accompanied by a sudden wave of anger. I sigh and roll my eyes, feeling the presence behind me even without turning back - damn mate bond.

"Oh, goody. Just in time, Reagan, to see your mate and dearest cousin propose to the cook." I had totally forgotten Danny was opposite us reading a playboy magazine. He flips a page, hiding his smirk behind it. I bring my foot up and hit his leg under the table, leaving him to jerk back and wince.

I notice Matthew had arched an eyebrow when Danny said the word, 'mate,' but he shrugs it off soon away. When I hear the light footsteps coming closer, I quickly think of a way to get rid of Matthew before he gets into trouble.

"Matty, why don't you hurry now and get some groceries at the store," I suggest with a smile.

"But the house is already stocked up..."

"Just go!" I urged. He seems reluctant at first before shrugging and taking off his apron. I finally breathe a sigh of relief when he leaves before turning around to meet all the hard muscles on display. Damn, why did he have to take his shirt off? Not that I hate it, though. It's just so hard to think when he only has grey sweatpants on and his hair in sexy disarray because of me gripping them...

"Get rid of him today!" Reagan turns towards Lexi and orders with a tone that gave no room for argument...except for mine. As his mate, I'm almost equal to him and can stand against him even when others cower away.

"But why?!" I interject and only got a sharp glare in return.

"Yes. Why?!" Lexi speaks up but seals her mouth shut when Reagan turns his eyes back to her. She grabs a biscuit and takes a big bite out of it to keep her mouth full. It wasn't that Reagan didn't trust me. After all, I am his mate by the moon and can have no sexual feelings for anyone else but him. But his beast tends to get a tad bit too possessive, enough to drive me crazy.

"Forget it. I'll do it myself." He grumbles and heads towards the kitchen door. I hurry after him, not ready to lose an amazing cook like Matthew. I don't think anyone else like him exists in this world. His apple pies are out of this world.

Reagan is close to the elevator when I catch up to him, but I'm too late in stopping him from pushing the button. The ding sound goes off, however, instead of an empty elevator showing up, we're met with a man in a suit and dark sunglasses. From his scent, I could tell he was a Lycan right away, and he doesn't hesitate to bow to us when he sees us.

"Your Highness. My lady. I am here to present a letter from Her Royal Majesty, Princess Belladonna Aldrich, to Lady Ellie Aldrich." He announces before whipping out an envelope from underneath his suit and presenting it to me. I'm already beside Reagan, staring at the man in confusion before looking to my mate beside me, who also seems a bit lost.

Bella and I aren't exactly close since we've only spent a little bit of time together with her busy schedule, so I'm not sure what message she had for me that she couldn't send through an email or a phone call, but a royal guard. Her's and her mate's coronation was happening in about two weeks, giving her even less time for herself. I feel a bit guilty about being in LA instead of helping her out, but at the same time, I'm not a royal member and can't help out with royal matters. King Aldrich had finally decided to step down after ruling for almost four hundred years, along with Queen Alisa. We will be going back to Canada in a few days as a lot will need to be done.

"Thank you." I nod at the guard while accepting the envelope. He bows once more to us before going back into the elevator. I watch it shut close before looking down at the envelope, in curiosity, that had my name written on the back.

"What is it?" Reagan asks beside me, peeping over my shoulder to get a look at the letter.

I shrug, "Not sure." I begin to peel it open and bring out the neatly folded letter inside. It read,

Dear Ellie,

It is with great pleasure that I am writing this to you as I bring wonderful news. As you know, my coronation ceremony as Queen will be taking place in a few weeks, which is splendid news on its own. And my first order of business is giving you the title you deserve. So, on this note, your coronation as Princess will be on the same day as my mate's and mine. Congratulations!

Do have a splendid day.

I blink in shock at the letter in my hand and decide to check the back only to see,

P.S: I came to this conclusion as it's hard being the only lady in royalty. Help me!

I laughed out loud after reading that even though my eyes are already pooling with tears. Lexi was also a Princess, but she couldn't help out since she was at school, leaving all the work to Bella. Her desk is always full, I think it would soon break from all the work. I wonder how Queen Alisa had coped with all of it alone.

"Congrats, my little wolf." Reagan kissed the side of my head while wrapping his arms around my waist. I lean into his chest with the letter still in hand as I take in the information. I didn't care much about the title. That was all it was to me, a stupid title, after all I wasn't born with it and had lived my life okay without it. I even had my mate with me without it, so it meant little to nothing to me. I couldn't get Reagan's father to like me, but his mum did. I hadn't even made any effort for him to like me as I owed him nothing.

But seeing this letter from Bella made me understand one thing I've been hiding from all this while. I may not care about the title, but I care about being in the same rank as my mate. I want to be beside him always, supporting him as his equal. And that title was the only way to get that. I hated waiting home like a good mate while he went out to perform his duties as a Prince. I feel useless! But I won’t anymore, thanks to Bella.

The tears falling down my cheeks couldn't be helped, and I don't hide away when Reagan kissed it all away. It still all feels like a dream. How could I have a mate like Reagan and have all these wonderful things happening to me? It's like the world keeps changing to fit us. Everything keeps going our way though we face some trials to get there. But in the end, we come out on top.

"And how does my Princess wish to celebrate?" Reagan whispers the question into my ear while playfully nibbling on my ear. I giggle, already understanding where this was going. God, he's insatiable.

"How about Matthew cooks us a..." I didn't even get to finish when I hear a growl of disapproval rumble from deep within his chest. "To the bedroom it is, then." I quickly amend with a sly grin.

I'm lifted into the air and find myself upside down on his shoulder in a second. I squeal and hold on to his sweatpants in shock. However, my giggles of joy follow as I'm taken up the stairs to the room I share with him, my only reason for living.