Male Princesses

He was cursed to never find love by the moon goddess herself. Alpha Ace has lived about a thousand and five hundred years old which is unheard of for his kind. And for those years, he never found his mate. He was ruthless, merciless and most dangerous. No one dared stand up against him unless with a death wish. His pack was just as strong and he never showed any emotions. He recruited 15 year old male pups to the pack army to strengthen the pack. No one understood him but they all respected him. He never left the corners of his pack in Brazil believing finding his mate was pointless. Annalise,an human came crashing down on him literally then he finally felt the spark, all his senses were alert and he realised he had found his safe haven. Everything was to be fine with his mate. Unfortunately, Annalise started displaying weird features after three months of staying with Ace. Find out their challenges, love story and bloody condition in:THE UNMATED.

Myla has not had an easy life. The other Alphas call her the Alpha of death, the Monster Alpha, and the Bitter Alpha. She hates the male Alpha club, believing they are all playboy jerks. As lost wolves begin showing up asking for her protection, she runs into an Alpha who won't take no for an answer. Alpha Reiner swore an oath to wait for his mate after a fling ended in disaster. He comes across Alpha Myla by accident. Who is this mysterious Alpha he can't forget? Why won't she get out of his mind? When they meet, is it fate or will disaster destroy her world once more? When a mysterious note gives Myla a cryptic message, can they find out the truth or will it all come crashing down? Have their paths crossed before or is this a ploy by a madman hellbent on revenge?

Here's a piece of advice—do not catch the eye of those pretty salesgirls who sell supplements. You have no idea the things they'll do to close a deal. I become a yummy slice of cake in their eyes; they all want a bite of me. I'm faced with the seduction and allure of countless beauties, but it doesn't make me happy at all.

On Valentine’s Day, someone stabbed my mother-in-law twenty times until she died. So, I took the murderer to court. My wife was a renowned lawyer, but she decided to defend him. I confronted her in anger, but she casually replied, “Derek’s younger brother is still a college student. Can’t you be a little more forgiving? “I’ll bring Derek and his younger brother along to visit your mother’s grave. Drop the charges. Don’t let this go to trial and embarrass me when you lose the case.” Looking at the mangled corpse full of stabbing wounds, I could not help but let out a bark of laughter. It looked like she was still unaware that the corpse was actually her own mother.

On the day of the SAT exam, my girlfriend’s childhood friend, Benedict Casper, forgot his admission ticket at home. She insisted on retrieving it for him, but I begged her not to go. In the end, Benedict missed his final chance for taking the exam and, overwhelmed by despair, he jumped to his death. Years later, my girlfriend, Ella Simpson, and I graduated from Whitmore Institute of Technology, landed high-paying jobs, and built a picture-perfect marriage. But on the anniversary of Benedict’s death, she stabbed me repeatedly, her voice trembling with rage, “You killed him. If I’d gotten his admission ticket, he would’ve never jumped.” When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the exams. Ella’s frantic voice rang in my ears, “I have to go back, Dominic. I need to get Benedict’s ticket!” This time, I smiled and said, “Go ahead. Be careful on the way.”

At 7am on the dot my alarm rings on my nightstand. After a brief moment of irritation I sprung out of bed to get ready for school. While brushing my long curly ember hair my phone dings incessantly on the bathroom counter. After picking up the phone the dread I already felt in my heart was amplified. It was my best friend Jesse wishing me a happy birthday but I for the life of me couldn’t understand what an 18 year old girl had to be happy about. When a woman turns 18 she is mated for life, she’d be made to quit school, produce children and satisfy their mates every need and urge. That’s all a woman was good for in this town and I’d be damned if I was going to sit down and shut up about it. After ignoring Jesse I finished dressing and strolled down stairs where my mother and father were still having their morning meeting with their subordinates. Alfa John and Luna Kate or not, I’d doubt they’d even notice I was leaving if I hadn’t slammed the door on my way out. I wonder if they were disappointed by my lack of interest of the ways of the pack or if they were just disappointed I didn’t have a penis between my legs. Regardless, I have no intention on going to my mating ball tonight. My parents have invited every male in our pack but there’s no way I was going without a fight! As I lift my fingers from the door handle I come to an abrupt stop eye to eye with my fathers beta Josh. In a low growl all I hear is “You didn’t think you could actually leave did you?”

On Father's Day, I received a heartwarming gift. My one-year-old son called me Dad for the first time. But moments later, he convulsed, foamed at the mouth, and died before we could reach the hospital. My wife was shattered, and I was devastated. The doctors couldn't identify the cause of his death. Three years later, my wife emerged from her grief, and we welcomed our second child. But the moment this child called me Dad, they, too, died instantly. To spare her further pain, I suggested adoption. Yet, even our adopted children met the same fate. Unable to bear the losses, my wife divorced me. Everyone said I was cursed, never meant to be a father. Defiant, I remarried and had another child, vowing never to let them call me Dad. For years, we adhered to this rule. But when our daughter turned four, she came home from preschool, eager to celebrate Father's Day. Holding a card, she read aloud, "Dad."

I loved Clara deeply. When she was in danger, I didn't hesitate to save her, even at the cost of my own life. The incident left both my legs broken and confined me to a wheelchair, but she promised we'd marry once she passed her medical boards. To help her focus on her studies, I worked tirelessly, wheeling myself around day and night to make ends meet. But behind my back, she rekindled her relationship with Caleb Carter, her childhood sweetheart. One day, I found her in his arms, laughing and happy. I confronted her, demanding to know why she'd betrayed me. She responded by shoving me to the ground, treating me like I was worthless. Then she pulled a scalpel from her medical bag, her hands steady as she held it over my chest. "Caleb needs a heart transplant to live," she said. "Please, help me one last time."

"Dr. Red. Ambulance is on its way with two incoming. A male and a female. Badly injured. Dr. Orth will be taking over the female, as she is in worse shape. You'll need to prepare a room for the male." That moment altered Rosalind Red's life forever. The man brought into her hospital was none other than James Wood, heir of Wood Industries, and Rosa's father's rival company. Unknowing to Rosa, James was also an Alpha to a pack that had just been destroyed. The woman brought in with him that night was none other than his mate, Marina. Rosalind Red was raised blissfully unaware of the supernatural world. When James awoke from a coma; Rosa was hooked. It was love at first sight. James' grandfather gave him an ultimatum to take over the family company; Get married, settle down, and have kids. The only problem.... His mate lay in a coma and wasn't improving. Rosalind propositioned James in the hopes that time would make him feel the connection that she couldn't explain. But after three years; Marina woke up from her coma, shaking the very ground that Rosalind and James' marriage was built on.

Three years after my wife's and daughter's deaths, they came back from the dead. Turns out, my wife hadn't died at all. She'd faked it and married the son of the richest man in Notingdun City. Ever since then, she'd stepped into the glamorous life of a wealthy socialite. When I uncovered the truth, the shock hit me like a bolt of lightning. I confronted her face-to-face. She didn't even flinch. Instead, she sneered, "You think a penniless man like you deserves to be my husband? I've remarried and taken on a new identity. Stay out of my life, or don't blame me for what happens next." Her words cut deep. Even our daughter turned her back on me. Crushed, I let go for good. But not long after, she came back regretful and begged me to remember the vows we made on our wedding day: to never leave, never forsake. I looked at her and laughed coldly. "Yes, I did make that promise once. But sadly, my wife died three years ago."