Her Mateless Prince Novels & Stories

And certainly not while another man was casually walking into her life. ​"Tell me about him." ​"The prince?" ​"Everything." ​The messenger hesitated. "Prince Adrian Vale is the only son of the Vale King. He's known for being diplomatic—a strategist. But he's also considered one of the strongest young warriors among the northern kingdoms." ​"His wolf?" ​"Silver-gray." ​My interest sharpened. "Anything else?" ​"He has never taken a mate." ​A small, cold curve formed on my lips. "Interesting."

“Her? Oh, she’s no one important, My Prince. Just a—” “How can she be my mate? Unveil that face,” he growled, fury lacing his voice as he cut my mother off. The room froze. Jeanine’s face paled. My eyes widened. Mate? The crown prince was my mate? “What?!… My Prince, are you mistaken?... That cannot—” my father was saying when Jeanine cut in, now calm and graceful as usual. “My Prince,” she stepped back, courtesying once more. Her voice was so calm it would ease anyone's worries.

"But he's right. You need to be there. Show the court you're not intimidated. That you belong." "I don't belong." "You do now. Bonded to three princes. Carrying the heir. Like it or not, you're one of us." His grin softens. "Besides. I'll be there. I'll make it fun." "How?" "You'll see." He stands. Kisses my forehead. "Wear the dress. Look devastating. Make every she-wolf in that room jealous." "Why would they be jealous?" "Because you have what they all want. Three princes. A true mate bond. Power." He heads for the door. "Trust me. They're going to hate you. Might as well look good while they do."

"I could also tell that you had already claimed your very first enemy. Why is she looking at you like that?" "Hmm?" "The mustard girl." "Oh my gosh!" Princess Seri almost gagged at Prince Hazan's perfect description of Princess Celine, especially since the woman decided to wear yellow up to her gloves. "You can't say that; I might accidentally call her the same thing, Oh my God." The prince chuckled at how she reacted. "But seriously, Prince Hazan, I would like to ask you not to do this again," she said. "I might lose all my hair if you don't."

They didn’t know why the princess froze the kingdom. Unfortunately, both incarnations of the princess and Phyros don’t have the princess and Phyros’s memories since they have not yet awakened. So, no one can know about the truth of that day… that fateful night of the king’s death and the eve of the princess’s birthday. Now, the incarnations can only wait until Raine celebrates his birthday and awakens the princess’s power in him together with the princess’s memories. “Raine.” Vermeil called. His voice pulled Raine from his thoughts.

“What exactly is a prince's mate supposed to do?” Denis gasped, his eyes brightening. “You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to ask that.” ***** “A prince’s mate is supposed to be the one person he doesn’t have to lie to,” Denis said, finally dropping the mystery act. “But in this court? She’s the one who keeps the wolves from his throat. While he’s playing the soldier and the prince, she’s the one watching the shadows.” I gripped the back of a chair. “You mean politics.”

Lady Gloria replies, still glowering at me. “Because of her score?” she looks at me like I’m dumb then huffs out a breath, irritation coating her tone. “The prince has been arranged to marry Miss Sibel since they were kids.” She mutters, sounding annoyed. My brows furrow and I suppress an eye roll. Of course, the prince is a man. Why did I expect him to be any better than the other men out there? Here he is, with an arranged mate already but also insisting I’m his mate. I have more reasons to not trust him now, seeing how he isn’t loyal to his ‘mate’.

I wanted to be alone but somehow got sucked into a conversation vortex. "Boundaries between you and the Prince. Prince Stephen dotes on his mistress, but she doesn't love him back. She is just a cold and sassy bitch who knows how to manipulate him. He holds sex parties, goes to the Ring for a different woman from time to time, and she has no objections. At the same time, she has made sure he doesn't leave her." I would have left Stephen's promiscuous ass a long time ago if I were her. Even the thought of Ian sleeping with Bella burns a hole in my heart. Charlotte was probably in it for the money, which is what my folks would advocate.

I heard that the myth in the pack added something about me being able to summon thunder, which was both hilarious and said something about how inaccurate myths can be. "No single wolf could defeat the mad king. He could only be taken down by powerful packs, at a price of lives no less." Scarlett said with a worried look, "He was heartless, mateless, soulless--" "I'm sorry, what?" I frowned as my heart skipped a beat. Mateless?! What was she talking about?! Scarlett said slowly as if pronouncing my death sentence: "The mad king. He lost his soul and his ability to love. He's cursed to be mateless."

I tried to focus on what Tristan was saying, but it didn't take long for my mind to wander. Despite my attraction to her, I can't help but notice that I couldn't connect with her wolf. 'Me too' Beck my wolf purred in my head. I visibly squeezed my hand at the thought of her not having a wolf. I've been waiting for this day for over thirty years, and it's finally arrived, but she's wolfless. 'Why would the moon goddess choose to punish me in this manner, what am I supposed to do with a wolfless mate, how is she to rule the entire werewolf pack if she's wolfless,' I pondered as my grip on the whiskey glass tightened with each unanswered question.