Her Mateless Prince Novels & Stories

Never mind that I am a werewolf, a creature they deem a mindless beast, nothing more than a big dog. I am known as the failure prince of the sifters’. The black sheep of the royal werewolf family. The one who could not keep his mate and who ran from his royal duties like a cowardly jester. I will show that fucker I am the prince and future alpha king for a reason.

"She's their prince beloved which means, aloha prince's love rival" I clenched my jaw, what's the moon goddess playing at?! I'm not going to share my mate with anyone, she's Mine! Mine alone! "If she's not suppose to be a won't, what is she then? A vampire? Or a witch?" Dad asked. "The alpha prince mate is a witch!" The door burst open. "I'm a witch?!" Shit! I cursed inwardly. Oh no, could it be she heard all the seer said? *

Her mate the alpha prince of the Crescent Moon Pack, rejected her, as his mate and future Luna of the pack," he declares with icy detachment, not sparing a single glance on her before retreating into his car. What happens when the one you're meant to be with, rejected you? will she find another or fight for what is hers?

He said as he walked towards the bathroom. "Honeymoon trip? But what about Isabella? Who would look after her?" I asked anxiously. "She is coming with us along with Drake and his girlfriend. She will be with them while we enjoy our time alone. Don't worry, nothing is going to happen. It's just a little getaway before you start your queen duties because you will be too busy to have one in a few months. Seat of Rossi doesn't have a queen since my mother died so you have a lot of things to deal with." He replied before walking into the bathroom.

Where is his real home? "He’s not a prince by any chance, is he?" I ask, making it seem as if I’m playing even though I’m really asking, and she chuckles, asking why he would be a prince. "Only princesses get mated to princes. I’m not a real princess, so no. He’s not a prince, and I’m glad he’s not," she says, confusing me even more. Who is this man? Is she even sure he’s her mate? Could she also have been mated to a nobody? Why?

For a necklace she claimed was worthless, she held it like it was the last thing she owned. Stubborn girl. I pushed the thought aside. Find the princess. Eighteen years ago, Alpha King Magnus Wolfhart's only son was killed. An ambush, swift and planned. The prince had told his father only two things before he died: that he'd found his fated mate, and that she was pregnant. He never said who the mate was. Never gave a name, never brought her to the palace, never introduced her to anyone. The king searched for years — sent wolves to every pack on the continent, offered rewards, called in favors. Nothing.

He couldn’t believe he had sex with her. “That bastard lied to me and made me marry a bitch like you? A Spirit Sprite, my ass, you’re only a common whore like all the rest of the women out there. You are nothing compared to the beauty of my Mother.” The Second Prince said as he lifted her head, speaking to her in a low voice so no one could hear his confession. She looked up to him and would have bitten his hand in retaliation if she weren’t so sour from their ordeal.