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Never. He bit my lower lip in answer—hard enough to draw blood, soft enough to make me shudder. He drank it in. When he pulled away, his eyes were darker, pupils blown wide, only to whisper against my mouth, “Never ever, my prince.” And before I could respond, he spun me around in a breath. My chest collided with the glass wall, cold as the night. “Now,” his breath was fire against my ear, pushing his hard dick into my ass, pulling out a strangled moan from my chest. “Be a good prince… and let me claim my prize.”

Absentmindedly, William stroked his hair as his thoughts started to wander to the past. *** "William, no matter what anyone says... You are the prince's son and you should keep your chin up. Your hair may be a slightly darker shade in comparison to your father but what matters is that your blood are the same. You are royalty." Lilith said to William as she stroked William's hair. William glanced up at his mother with wide teary eyes as he nodded silently. He had been called a bastard child due to his hair colour that didn't match his father despite being of royal blood by other children his age during his tea party with the nobles.

The prince was a fool. A charming one, maybe. One with good hair and better instincts than most gave him credit for, but still a fool. He had no idea how to disappear properly, no understanding of how to move without leaving crumbs behind. The only trick he’d figured out was that cash was king when you wanted to go undetected. And sure, he hadn’t used his credit cards since arriving in Lenweil… but he’d made the fatal mistake of keeping the same damn phone. And phones? Phones were goldmines.

Ashlyn rolled her eyes but she was smiling yet she was being honest when she offered her helping hand to him. “Sweet and thoughtful. I love it.” he smiled at how kind-hearted Ashlyn could be. “Vladi.” Ashlyn warned him. “Okay, being a blood prince has the power to manipulate blood like, making it a life-saving blood or make it poisonous that takes like instantly. But it was not just all that because the last time a released that side of mine, I brought a sea of blood that kills anything it touched. It was like a toxin but it still saves anyone that needs to be saved since I was trained to do that so I won’t harm anyone without my knowledge.” Vladimir surrendered and briefly explained to her

he mused. “I was thinking same and almost asked that,” Derrick chuckled a little. They then awaited my answer. I inhaled and answered. “I’m a Prince.” They froze. “What?” all three asked. “I’m- I’m a Prince.” “Wait,” Derrick muttered. “A real Prince or.” “A real prince.” “You’re kidding right?” they mused altogether. “I’m not. Check my full name online. Asahd Usaïd.” They were silent and seemed shocked. Then, we watched Alex hurriedly take his phone out and type my name in a search engine. Guess he got an answer because his mouth dropped.

It was incomprehensible that he, a half-blood, could no longer land a blow on this useless traitor prince. As time seconds passed, desperation welled in him like an ever-growing wave, threatening to consume his sanity. His breathing became unsteady and there was a hint of what looked like franticness in his originally haughty eyes. But the half-blood refused to admit he was subpar to this traitor prince and he went berserk. He went after Romeo with all he had, his swing became faster, more powerful than ever before, offering Romeo no opportunity to dodge and leap away.

“You slapped a prince, damn it!” I froze. My brain froze. Everything in me froze so hard I swear my soul stepped out of my body for a second to go sit on a bench somewhere. I knew he was powerful based on last night but I didn’t know he was royalty. “A… prince?” My voice cracked like a dying radio. “Yes!” she said. “A prince! The prince! The heir of the strongest werewolf lineage in this entire region. The future king of wolves. The golden bloodline. The—”

And when he aired out his deep voice in question, it was as though he spoke into her soul. Carolyn... He had called her name with that voice and she had turned into jelly blushing solely like a fool, and now, he was in her dreams, looking as hot as ever in those black outfits. He really is a prince. Do all princes look this good? She hadn't been the type to get flustered by good looks and a 'sexy as hell' strong build because she had never had a choice in her life, but the moment she saw him, all of her principles were completely revoked. He stripped her of her senses and principles as though they weren't there in the first place.

He believed his hands were stained with his mother’s blood. Amongst the group of spasming vampires and demons, half of them broke out to Fragor’s glee. “You see. You can’t control my men! This time, I will make sure you will not be back from your grave.” He ignored him and ordered those half. “Seize them.” While the king watched in shock, half of his men attacked the defenseless other half. They broke their necks and threw them to the floor, letting them die for a few hours at least.

"Once I have you, once I taste your blood it's a point of no return. It sets me on fire Princess and I'm not in control!" He confessed for the first time and my eyes widened. "Are you a Vampire?" He sighed, sitting up. "Yeah, I'm a half blooded Vampire." I gasped. "B..bbb.. but you're a werewolf, aren't you?" "Mm..I am " I look like the most confused person on earth. Who the hell is this? A half blooded Vampire, full blooded werewolf and a Moon Prince? "Are you okay? I'll make the maids get you treated cause of…"