Fated To The Alpha Princes

THORNEI was not a man easily caught off guard. As heir to the Silvercliff throne, I had been trained since birth to remain composed in any situation, to calculate every move three steps ahead, to never reveal my true thoughts.Yet the moment my eyes met Princess Arianthe's, all my careful planning collapsed.Mate.The word thundered through my blood with primitive force. My wolf, always contained beneath layers of royal discipline, surged forward with a ferocity that nearly brought me to my knees.Mine.This was not part of the plan. I had come to the Moonvale kingdom with clear objectives: secure an alliance through marriage to Princess Isolde, the eldest Moonvale daughter, strengthen our position against the vampire hordes, and eventually unite our packs under Silvercliff rule. Simple. Strategic. Sensible.Then I saw her.Now, as I guided Princess Arianthe into the grand banquet hall, I was acutely aware of

ARIANTHESunlight streamed through my bedroom curtains, painting golden paths across my silver bedspread. For one blissful moment, I floated in that hazy space between dreams and wakefulness, where nothing existed but warmth and possibility.Then it all came rushing back, the dance, the humiliation, Prince Thorne's jacket around my shoulders, and most shockingly, the awakening of my wolf under the moon willow. My wolf. After twenty-two years of emptiness, of being the broken princess, the wolfless disgrace, she was there. I could feel her presence even now, stretching languidly within me.I sat up, pressing a hand to my chest where an unfamiliar warmth pulsed steadily and strongly. Was this what my sisters had felt their entire lives? This wild, fierce presence sharing their soul?Mine, she whispered, her voice becoming clearer with every passing hour. Ours.A smile touched my lips. No matter what happened next, they could never