American Prince Novels & Stories

“I do not make mistakes, and judging by your fumbled expression, I take it that you are well aware who I am, Alpha Dean.” “As for Arianna being an only child, then you are very wrong. Alpha Malakai De Mori, son of Mariana and the late Alpha Lorenzo De Mori has taken his rightful position as true Alpha. Your mate has been sentenced to an excommunicado by the order of the elders.” He said, and I glared at the man who smirked.

After year and years of trying Queen Ivory begged her younger sister Alovia who was a Davister witch for the fruit of the womb but Alovia refused. Suddenly the king was charmed with a lust spell that made him sleep with Alovia, who became pregnant and bore the king a son. Alovia demanded the king broke his mate bond with Ivory and crown her queen, she did everything possible to make it happen. Queen Ivory later realized that the cause of all her delima was her jealous sister, seeing as she was defenseless against her sister's magic, she left and gave birth to twins. A boy with the moon birthmark on his right chest and a girl with a wolf on her right shoulder, the ALPHA KING. Melissa Alejandr

said Mike in a loud voice and Zee looked at him sharply as he said. "I told you I'm not the stupid creature that you killed before because I was able to control my strength even my own mind and look at my mother is also a Hybrid creature even though the Vampire blood in my body is much thicker but I'm still the crown prince of Lord Kevin with Lady Henzie " he said which was able to silence the questions of everyone who was there. Kevin cracked a smile hearing his son's firm explanation and the man took one step forward while clasping his chest and he said.

Alpha Prince You’re probably asking why am I so mean to Sabrina we’ll let me tell you why. Well one my parents are so nice to her like letting her stay in the pack house with a really low ranking. I mean she did have a really good ranking until I became Aloha even now my parents let her stay here. With my father stepping down he still has a say because I haven’t found my mate yet. Yes I have a girlfriend and yes I am twenty and by now I would have found my mate. Cali is a good F U C K but she is not my mate.

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?

"My name is Prince Silas of the Werebear pack, and I need your help freeing my people from the wizard Amacus." My hand flies to my chest and a gasp escapes my lips, he is the dead prince of the Werebear pack, how come he's here and how did you enter the city undetected? So many questions roamed through my head. "I was told you're dead," I say, "Anaiah, Ana!" Arya calls me just as the butterfly flaps its little wings and flies away. My eyes glance back at Silas, and he looks determined and in dire need of health care.

The soup was terrible. That was the first thing Kaevrix Noctharis Virellion — Crown Alpha of the Virellion Dominion, heir to four centuries of wolf-blooded power, feared across every territory the dominion touched — thought when the girl shoved the bowl in front of him and told him to drink it before it went cold. Not who is this child. Not how dare she. Not even the appropriate sovereign fury of someone unaccustomed to being spoken to like an inconvenience.

I whispered. A few moments later, a notification popped up on my phone. A new post from Serena. The picture was of a room blanketed in jewels—rubies, sapphires, emeralds, piled up like small mountains. The caption read: 【Just said I was in a bad mood, and he sent all this. So dramatic! Good morning, my Prince of the Night. 】 The comments were a flood of envious praise. I put my phone down. I couldn't produce a single tear.

Sparks crackle between us and heat pools between my thighs, but the dull hum of the crowd gathering downstairs deters me from taking things further and I reluctantly pull away, breathless as I stare up into the eyes of my dark prince. “You clean up pretty well yourself, Alpha,” I tease, taking a step back and giving him a once-over, grinning in approval. In honor of his Alpha induction tonight, Rob urged him to ditch his classic hoodie and jeans ensemble for a cleaner look; a black button-up shirt and a pair of slacks. The sleeves of his dress shirt are rolled up to the elbows and his hair is deliciously mussed, so even with the nice clothes he’s still rocking that James Dean devil-may-care

Old friend, we have to quit meeting like this…. ***** I work to blink my heavy eyes open, hospital, I’m back in the hospital. I take in my surroundings and I see Alpha Zac. Is it weird to keep calling him Alpha Zac? Should I just call him Zac now? Zac is sitting in a chair with his arm on the rest holding his head up as he gently snores. Wow, he is so gorgeous. His brown hair is a little messy but still somehow perfect. These gorgeous lashes grace where I know his sparkling sapphires are hiding, I see some dark circles as well, what a wild day this has been.