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Celine didn’t answer as she stood frozen in her spot, probably of fear, having never seen Ashton this furious either, nor has she seen him using any of his powers as he usually did his best to keep himself controlled. “I asked a question…” Ashton said this time pushing the blade on the side of her neck making a cut, Celine cried out in pain, but Ashton didn’t budge or flinch. “YES! You’ve made yourself clear” she said managing to keep eye contact though I could see blood pouring from the cut he made, I looked at Grace who was looking at her mate with pride in her eyes, not even frightened of what he was doing, she raised her hand for me to stay in place and not interfere, trusting her word,

He's breathing so hard I can almost see the steam escaping from his nostrils. And that. That's his limit. When I think I'm going to get a scream or a growl, the Prince approaches me and stops with his legs apart in a very clear position of power. — Do you think I'm going to die in Primal? And that? Do you think I'm going to die and then you'll be free? — makes a strange sound that I think is a laugh, but it sounds like a ferocious growl. — Know this, Kim; I will not die. I'll be out of here like the Wolf King of Agreis in three days, and then I won't mind any help from you. I will have the power to discover my enemies on my own. You will no longer be of any importance to me, and yet I will n

Then, through the trees, a column of riders appeared—black silhouettes against the crimson light. The villagers poured into the square, whispering prayers. At the front rode a man who seemed carved from shadow itself. His armor was etched with runes that pulsed faintly red, and a long cloak flowed behind him like smoke. His face was half hidden by a hood, but his eyes caught the moonlight—crimson, cold, and alive. “The Dark Prince,” someone breathed. “He’s real.” The man dismounted, the air itself seeming to bow away from him. His gaze swept the crowd. “By order of the Crown,” he said, voice low but carrying. “We seek the girl born under the Blood Moon.”

“You are mine, and it is your blood that I will lick from my teeth when this is finished.” Barely a moment passes before the prince responds, throwing himself as far from Sinclair’s grasp as he can as Sinclair takes a mighty swipe at him, the claws growing from the edges of his fingertips as he moves. A chase begins, with the Prince moving away from Sinclair as quickly as he can and shifting as he goes. Sinclair gives chase like lightening, taking his own gigantic wolf form to face the prince’s.

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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.

The lousy prince was cowering in the corner, waiting for someone to come to his aid. My attention shifted to him. The sweet little thing was struggling to get up and it was evident that she wouldn’t be able to, so it was better to get things over with. I took another step forth, and the prince stumbled back, his eyes shooting to the hole above. He was wondering if he should fight a Lycan alone or if he should wait for help. I followed his vision, finding myself getting excited to spill blood. The more, the better sleep I would get at night. The blood of these assholes was just too sweet to spill.

The Prince abruptly stands, his chair scraping along the hardwood floor. "I think I'll go.” "We haven’t even had dessert!” Crimson protests. "I think I lost my appetite." He walks for the exit, leaving everyone at the table stunned. I scramble up, chasing after him. I need him to know that I didn’t intend to hurt him. I’ve just been assuming he hates me, that he couldn’t care less if I loved someone else. "Vade!" I call out down the hallway. He stops, albeit reluctantly. "What is it, Avila?"

“ come on in “ prince stiles urged her in a fool voice, she looked at her prince Alden to save her and only met his eyes. Smiling wickedly after bolting the door, prince stiles looked at princess Amelia with through hatred in his eyes. Princess Amelia knowing that she was in trouble beganw beginning him, while the prince calmly approached princess Amelia , and gripped her beautiful chin. “did you see how the son of a bitch insulted me, all because of you uhhh” he said as he gripped her chin harder making sure his claws were biting through it. Shivering with pain princess Amelia, begged for mercy but that seemed to make prince stiles more furious. After a couple minutes of griping of princess

The Alpha plastered a smile I have never seen before across his face. Without being told, I bowed my bead down and I expected the rude man to do the same but instead, they bowed to him. “My prince, we are really sorry for the inconvenience. Rooms are being prepared for you and your companions” My prince? The rude man is the dragon prince. And just then, this evil prince, after making me confess to telling him my pack’s secrets, looked at me in the face and smirked. I knew that if he spilled all my ranting, my past will be the least of my troubles. I was in deep sh!t!