Her Mateless Prince Novels & Stories

She glanced at me, her eyes filled with agony as she muttered, "I am sorry, my prince." Returning her gaze to the king and queen, she continued, "The Crown Prince has another mate, an omega who should have been his first mate." My father gasped, and I was equally shocked. What exactly was she talking about? Do I have another mate? How is that even possible?

Especially when it comes to royalty, the people believe that whoever the mate is should be as it’s a sign from the Moon Goddess. “You will never be my mate!” His words are shouted, and he leans in closer. “I, Prince Stefan of the Darksun Pack, rejected you, wolfless, Harlyn Richmose of the Darkmore Pack,” he declares. I watch as he opens the door. “You do not tell anyone about this, ever. We were never mates. I was never your mate, Wretch. Believe me, you don’t want anyone else to know!” He shouts his words at me. He can’t possibly mean that! “Your Highness if…” His hand clamps over my mouth and silences me.

I said, because if I stayed on that sentence I was going to do something I couldn't manage. He kept going. --- The wolf world. The Virellion Dominion. Four centuries of bloodline, of Crown Alphas constructed by a machine that had no interest in producing anything else. His mother — dead, the explanation insufficient, the specifics deferred because there were layers to that he was not ready to give me yet and he said so directly: "There is more there. I'll tell you when we get to it." His father. The fated mate arrangements — five political bonds, bloodline-designed, rejected with the consistency that had become permanent feature.

But no one really knew the truth. After the king’s death, the Prince had to return home to take his birthright, but to be the king, he needed to find his mate. After what his father’s did, the kinsmen reinforced the law. He must find his mate and mate with her before he can become king. The mating ceremony must also be held before the coronation, but so far so good, the Prince didn’t have any luck with finding his mate. Many think the goddess is punishing him for the mistakes of his father. None of the three Prince’s have found their mates. But every shifter adores the three Lycan Prince’s.

I don't see any handsome men in the video. "Jade! You don't know him?" she asked. I just shake my head as answer, no. "Tsk, he is the son of the owner of this university. The second son of the Mendez couple. He is the one and only Harvey Jade Kent Slay Mendez." She said. "So what now?!" I asked annoyed. "Sister, the daughter of the owner of this university. We might be expelled from here." Merien said. "Expell immediately?! I haven't even enrolled yet and then already got expell." I said.

She looked up, didn't look surprised—like she'd been expecting me—and went back to staring at the photo on her screen. "You came." "I said I would." "You also said you'd explain." I reached across the table and turned her phone toward me. The letter was blurry in places where her camera had struggled with the faded ink, but the words were clear enough. G. Vale. Debt of blood. Departure. The formal language was like a punch to the gut. "Greyson Vale," I said, forcing the name out. "Former alpha of the Silverwood Pack." Emma's pen stopped clicking. "Former?"

After that, I never get the chance to extend my apology to him when he kept himself away from me as much as possible. "... and that only tells me one thing." Johnson suddenly clapped my shoulder. "Our prince was experiencing what we called an identity crisis. He's shifting." Johnson added. "You mean... Our prince is falling in love with that impaired metallic boy? Well, our generation's love knows no bounds." Lackey even made it obvious. "I like the sound of it, Proclaimed and Mated to the Alpha Prince," he added in a romantic way.

She couldn't leave the pack ,she had to try. "Okay," she said, her voice trembling. "I'll race you."She said with more confident as prince Ethan grin widened. "Good," he said. "But we have to make it interesting. If you win, I'll let you stay in the pack. And if I win..." He paused, a wicked glint in his eye. "If I win," he said, "I'll be your mate." Amelia eyes widened in shock. She had never expected that. The prince was offering to be her mate?

Speaking of sweat he looked like he had been out battling with pigs. Even in the mist of the dirt and sweat the fourth Prince still shone out like a glitter of Gold. The fourth prince. The one who is known to be as a ruthless and a merciless prince. The one who doesn’t blink an eye when killing an enemy or someone who has offended him. It was the same prince whom she just tainted a royal cloak! She was in deep trouble and no one was coming forth to nab her out of it. The maidens she was with making their way to the kitchen had suddenly disappeared leaving her to face the beast alone. Not one single person in the room moved or spoke a word as they watched the scene unfold.

“She’s not their mate.” “Who is her mate?” “I don’t know. My guess is that her mate is Prince Arthur, but maybe I don't know for sure. It could be any of the Western princes.” “She looks so…lonely.” “She probably is. Go over there and invite her to join us.” He didn’t need to tell me. I was already halfway out of my chair. The three princes paid no attention to me as I walked past them, but their mates did. They jealously glared at me as if I were some kind of threat to them and their mates.