His Highness's Allure Novels & Stories

But what struck Isabelle most was not his undeniable handsomeness, but rather the hint of weariness that shadowed his expression—a private fatigue visible only to those who knew how to look beyond polish and perfection. As he descended into the hall, the crowd before him bent in waves of bows and curtsies. Isabelle and Amelia followed suit, Isabelle’s movements stiff with the unfamiliarity of court etiquette. “His Royal Highness, Prince Sebastian Nathaniel Winthorne,” proclaimed the herald, his voice reverberating through the now-silent hall.

“Please tell me you’re joking.” She shook her head and turned to unpack the clothes inside each bag. “He was furious at me for losing it like that,” she said. “And once anyone crosses the bad side of his highness, it’s not easy to get on his good side. I need to work my ass off… again.” Each word coming out of her mouth makes my head twirl in a nauseating confusion. Last night, she called him my prince, and now, his highness. “Is he some kind of royalty?” I asked, still rooted close to the door.

"His Highness must've been really angry. I have only heard from other wolves in the Palace about his scent. They say it explodes from him when he's angry and sends everyone dropping like dead meat." I could understand that. I had experienced two types of his scent; one was gentle and played a nice rhythm with my wolf that left me horny and the other that slammed me like I hit a brick wall and it still left me horny. I was either specially made for his Highness or I just had a sleeping horny personality that awoke whenever I caught a whiff of him. "His Highness was so angry that Andre couldn't stay in the room," she continued and I fisted my gown, holding myself back.

I could feel his gaze burning into my back as I walked away. I retreated to a shadowed corner with a glass of something sparkling and strong. Thirty minutes passed. I sipped, watched the crowd swirl, elegant aliens in shimmering gowns, diplomats, nobles. Then he was there. Suddenly. Close enough that his scent hit me, honey-spice, darker now, matured. I bowed mockingly. “Your Highness.” “Stop it,” he growled low, voice like gravel. “Why do you avoid my eyes, princess?”

Imara would have been disappointed by that statement he made if it was said on normal days but the problem she would have faced if O'Horan had found Aidan in the crib didn't make her mind the ridiculous statement, so she shrugged it off. "But you know that I truly cherish that gift alot. It's the symbol of our love.. why are you being heartless. His Highness will be so upset if he finds out it's missing." "You are really going to drown in this fantasy of yours if you ain't being careful. Do you even remember that you are not close to being someone his Highness is attracted to, let alone love. You need to understand where you belong in this palace and stop dreaming of something that would nev

he explained. If he didn't like to be touched, how was his sex life? “How do you make love to your women, Your Highness? If you don't want to be touched?” I asked with pure curiosity in my voice . “You know what? I am not carrying any poison in my body if that’s what you’re thinking, Your Highness.” A little part of me was slightly hurt at his reaction. Even Alpha Oswald was not this disgusted whenever I hugged him. But when it comes to His Highness, he looked like he was allergic to my touch.

I smirked, watching them bat their lashes before shaking their heads like a thief in denying their thefts. “No. Not at all, Your Highness!” “We dare not do such a thing!” “Not to his Majesty. We are not allowed to do such!” “Why not?” I chuckled, pressing my thumb on my jaw, “Why can't you crush on him? I thought everyone wanted to have a powerful mighty and sexy person like His Majesty?” I grinned softly, watching their cheeks grow more reddish. Oh, dear, the maid was indeed crushing on my sexy beast. “Hmm. Others can only crush on His Majesty, but Your Highness is the only one who can have him.”

The word barely escaped before he stepped in front of me. Why? Please don’t make this harder for me. I silently begged. This campaign,” he said quietly, “is about allure.” The way his voice dropped when he said it made my body react in ways it shouldn’t have. My stomach clenched as a surge of heat course through my body. This is unacceptable. I told myself. He voice grew lower as he took a step closer. “Tell me, Miss Keller... have you ever felt that? Allure?” I shuddered. There was that sinful timbre again.

Although Immanuel was displeased, he still smiled politely and led Caelan to Jade's room. As they walked, they attracted countless gazes. Caelan wasn't as physically imposing as Immanuel, but his innate elegance was unmatched. The grace and luxury he exuded were incomparable. Even Immanuel seemed to pale in comparison. Everyone was astonished that the Fitzgerald heir, who controlled the global economy, was so young, handsome, and charismatic. What surprised them even more was that he had come for a woman—and that woman, who had caused chaos on the island and nearly destroyed it, was none other than Jade.

And to say that he looked hot was an understatement. Besides his hot body, he had a handsome face which looked as if he was god’s masterpiece. His eyes are dark green and he has such inviting lips. I remember how it felt when he pecked my lips during our wedding. It wasn’t enough to quench the thirst of my curiosity. I wanted to feel his lips on mine. I shake my head to clear my thoughts. You can’t think such things about him, Aviana! You are just a college girl and he’s a billionaire!