*Pryce Winsley's POV*
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"Everything started with me living a normal, quite luxurious human life. I was fine doing things I used to do, co-manage the academy I inherited from my mother, calling and chatting with my best friend who's a few thousand miles away from me, and meeting with my dad regularly for dinner. 
And my life unexpectedly turned upside down when I met a lovely but rude girl at my bookstore who had spilled my iced coffee on my chest. She is so damn mean on so many levels. Honestly, she is beautiful, but she's an insolent human being. It's a great turn-off, indeed. Well, that was my first impression of meeting Blair.
I did wonder why on that very day I met her, I never thought of anything normal. She has always stayed in my mind, and I dreamed of her every damn night. And it's not just a typical dream but something like a vision of us living together as a couple. I didn't complain as I found it fantastic. And who would ever think that I would slowly and intensely fall in love with her? She was the most stubborn, brave, and prudent person I had ever met. She was never afraid of taking big risks, saving and protecting people who needed help, and she was selfless.
It made me feel like Blair and I were meant to meet, as I had someone in my life who could complete the biggest missing piece of her life. My best friend, Cassandra Cavanaugh Williams, had recognized Blair as a family member. They are cousins, and it led Blair to find her birth mother and made her also know who her father is.
Meeting Blair not only turned my life around but turned it a hundred times over and over. I fell in love with her just a few moments after I met her, yet I thought she was just playing around with me. But as time passed, I noticed a lot of changes in her. And it turned out that she was scared of me and her feelings for me. It was love, but the freak was a complete coward and hid it like a damn chicken. It was not until I overheard her talking with a stranger about her true intentions for me that she was in love with me and nobody else. And as an authoritarian and a bit cold type of person, I melted like an ice cream under the summer heat and asked her to be my girlfriend right away the next day. I'm that quick because I believe there is no time to waste.
And then, it suddenly happened that my girlfriend and my best friend confessed some unbelievably mind-blowing facts about their identities and mine. It did give me a real identity crisis and information overload for a moment.
They are not humans. I mean, they told me we are not humans. That includes me. My best friend is a Northern Witch, and that made Blair a witch, too, but she's also a part vampire. And geez, my girl isn't just an ordinary supernatural being. She is the princess of both the Northern Witches and the Vampires. And me? I'm a half-human and half-werewolf. Then there is someone I just met, who Cassie introduced to me as her classmate and friend back in their hometown, Alison Smith. She is a familiar-looking girl who is so far from being normal as well. She is about a five-hundred-year-old werewolf, and she's not just any werewolf but the princess. And she's not just any familiar girl, but she is indeed my relative—she kind of looks like my mother. And indeed, she's my mom's cousin. My granny is her father's illegitimate half-sister. 
And things just got rocky when they mentioned a prophecy and something about my destiny and what and who I was in my previous life. I am my lineage's last offspring and the chosen one to bear the soul of the Werewolves' Rightful Ruler. It turned out that my past life was Alison's father, King Alcatraz. I was the king of the werewolves. And I am fated to rule again in this lifetime of mine. It's quite a good thing, but what was better than anything about these revelations is Blair and I are mates. We are meant for each other. My dreams really are truly visions of us together.
Then my destiny of being the Queen of the Werewolves' made our enemies, who were the betrayers of the previous king, aimed to kill me so that the throne would remain to the man who was hungry for power. It was written in my future that I would be killed by Damien, according to the Northern Witches' seer.
And I did die. I died with the love of my life, who tried her best and everything just to save me and change my fate of dying. But she had dragged the enemy with her to death, as well as his followers. We won the war.
It was supposed to be my end, but luckily, my mate is a girl whose cleverness is incomparable. She attempted to convert me into a vampire while we were making love before the day of my said death. And I don't know what it is for or did it work, but thirty years after, I can confirm that it did work. Look at me now.
Blair was brought back to life after a bolt of lightning struck near our graves. And she wouldn't want me away from her, so she did everything again for me to be with her, alive and kicking.
I lived and found out that I didn't die totally because my mate was successful in converting me into something like her. I am a part human, a vampire, and a werewolf. I am 3n1, and they call me tribrid.
The whole three decades that we were gone, a lot has happened; my father died, my academy, my mansion, my bookstore, and other properties were sold, and I was broke as heck. Thankfully, my mate has a lot of gemstones that we can get and sell so we can buy back the academy with the help of our old human friends.
Both Blair and I went to supernatural schools to hone our powers and abilities. And I was grateful that Cassie and her mate and wife, who was the current Queen of the Werewolves at that time, Alison, helped us a lot.
We had a few problems with the awakening of the werewolf in me. I lost control and almost ended up killing my mate. But luckily, I gained consciousness before it was too late.
Then the news of our revival spread all over the supernatural society. And it made the family of the enemies we defeated grow interested in abducting my mate and me to make our blood fuel a body that they will use to resurrect their king so that he would have our powers. Our new foes were the three witch mates of the late false-ruler of the werewolves, Damien. And they planned to rule over the supernatural world and kill our loved ones in front of us and end us right after them. It's pretty wicked of those witches. But nothing is more powerful than us and the family that we have. World peace with the rest of the other supernatural races is our primary goal, and we wouldn't let any evil entities destroy it.
I am Pryce Karstensen Winsley, Queen of the Werewolves, wife of the incredible but freaky Princess Blair of the Northern Witches and the Vampires, mother of four children, and the storyteller of the night. That's all you should know. And it's time to go to sleep, my little girls, my boys, and my love. You still have classes tomorrow. Come on." I narrated to my kids and my wife as they all sat on the bed, listening intently, and I closed the book in my hold.
"Woah, Mommy! You are so... dope! That was amazing! So, are you telling us that you and Mama Blair have... have superpowers?"
"Does that mean we can have powers, too? Like, like, like... Preston! And Bradley! They have powers! I saw them make things float. Can we have ours? Will we have superpowers soon? When?" 
My seven-year-old daughters, Cyrille and Raelle, boomed while their big brothers looked and pointed at each other after their Mama sharply glared at them for showing their sisters what they were yet to see. And it did lead me to tell them about our family history real quick as they were suspecting and kept asking us about superpowers. The girls are supposed to know it all on their eighth birthday, but the boys spoil it.
"Well, yes. You both have superpowers, too! But... They are yet to come. It may take a long time or not, but what is important is you should learn how to control these powers properly. It shouldn't be used for evil or crimes. You need to use it wisely. And the rest about supernatural stuff will be taught to you by your Mama, your aunts, cousins, and grandparents soon. Time to sleep now. It's getting late." I explained and went out of bed to take the little twins to their bedroom and tuck them in.
"Alright! But wait, Mom, you mentioned that you are the Queen of the Werewolves... Does that mean... We are... Real Princesses? Am I Princess Raelle? And my twin is Princess Cyrille? Are we?" Rae curiously asked, and I nodded my head in response with a sweet smile. They better know it now.
"Why do you think we call you both our little princesses since you were still babies, kiddos, huh?" Blair joined in and tickled Cye's feet and Rae's tummy, making the little girls laugh.
"Yes, you are all my princesses! And these teen boys are my princes. Alright, Prince Bradley and Prince Preston, carry the princesses to their bedroom now." I confirmed and ordered my sons, who both earned a pillow smacked on their heads from their other mother.
"Carry, boys, not make them float!" Blair belted and took the giggling girls from the air and put them back on the bed. And I gave the boys the eye.
"Sorry, MomMa. Come here, girls. Piggyback ride all the way to the hallway!" Brad chanted as Cye climbed on his back and Rae on Preston's.
My wife and I went to our daughters' room to make sure they'll go to sleep, and they gave us all four kisses.
"Goodnight, MomMa! Goodnight, Bros! Goodnight, Sissy!" The girls said in unison, and both hid under their blankets after their Mama turned off the lights.
"Goodnight!"
We all stepped out of the girls' bedroom, and the boys told us their goodnights and went to their respective rooms.
"Come on, Sweetheart! Let's go to bed, too." Blair whispered in my left ear while her hands began wrapping my waist from behind, and I softly chuckled.
"Mmm, which bed?" I asked her, making her chuckle and gently bit and licked my nape.
"Anywhere, Babe." She answered and began kissing my neck, and I tried to keep my cool. I can feel what she feels, and we shouldn't be doing the thing we wanted to while the kids are home.
"MomMa! My werewolf ears can hear you! I'm just letting you know! But, yeah, you can go, go, go. Go to our private island rest house, instead. We'll watch over the girls for tonight. Enjoy, though!" We heard Preston yelling from his room, and Brad cheered from his, "Yeah! Go, both of you, MomMa! We're fine here. Good luck!"
We laughed and agreed at our kids' remarks, and Blair teleported with me to our bedroom, but not in our home. 
"What now, Cupcake? We have this whole house for ourselves. We can do whatever we want. What about... Let's---" Blair began but didn't finish as I brushed my lips on hers, and I told her under my breath, "You really like to talk too much, don't you, My Love?"
She giggled and snaked her arms around my neck as I led her to lay her back on our king-size bed.
"Oh, forgive me, My Queen. But yeah, you can have me if you want me." She whispered and started untying my nightgown, and I trailed kisses down her neck and chest.
I took off her clothing after mine, and I wanted to please her the way she does to me.
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We made love the whole night, and it always feels the best, just like the first time.
I rested my head on her bare chest as she sang me to sleep while gently patting my bum. It's a sweet gesture she mastered so she can use it on our precious children, too. And I love it. I love her so much more than anything.
This woman is my everything, and I wouldn't ask for anyone else in her place. Blair is perfect the way she is. She's the best thing that happened to me. And I don't know where I would be right now if I hadn't met her. 
Blair is my wife. She's my mate. And she's my life.
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###THE END OF THE QUEEN AND THE FREAK.###
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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
It's the real ending!
Thanks a lot for reading this book! And I will let you know if I can write a spinoff for this one. It will probably be a story about Pryce and Blair's children, either of the twins. Also, don't forget to check out my other books! See you!
Have a great day or night!
-Love, Brey <3