Mated To The Hybrid Prince นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“You’re a vision, you know, digging through books like a scholar-princess. Found anything yet?” “Working on it,” I reply, scanning a particularly faded page. Then, there it is. Sophia, the first hybrid to successfully give birth to fertile offspring, creator of the bloodstone. “Holy crap, Charlie she was real! She made this stone as a solution to fertility problems. That’s why they’re all after me!” He barks, tail thumping against the floor. “See? You’re royalty, Beatrice, my princess! Speaking of which, have you ever wondered if I’m actually a prince?”

Perhaps, if all goes well, it’ll be the world we wake up to. As for tonight, as the world rages around us, this moment of peace will need to be enough. There is no music, no audience to applaud as the doors open, and the first two brides are brought down the aisle to meet their mates and future husbands. The first is none other than my ex-wife, the shewolf I married as Alexis Greystone. Everything is so different now that it feels like a lifetime ago, and I guess in many ways it is because she isn’t Alexis anymore, she’s been reborn as the hybrid princess Amaryllis Thorpe, daughter of the previous alpha king and his true mate, the most powerful witch still living.

I skipped the part where I was said to be their Princess though. Knowing Javier, he was going to worry so extensively and I didn’t want that. However, here was what he had to say about how they let me go. “They let you go, even after you said you were mated to a vampire?” he asked. “Yes,” I whispered. “The Sea medium announced it wasn’t just any vampire… but the Prince Javier Vasco Zapetero himself.” His hands wrapped around my waist possessively. “Yeah, that’s right baby. Your mate’s a fucking god.”

Never. He bit my lower lip in answer—hard enough to draw blood, soft enough to make me shudder. He drank it in. When he pulled away, his eyes were darker, pupils blown wide, only to whisper against my mouth, “Never ever, my prince.” And before I could respond, he spun me around in a breath. My chest collided with the glass wall, cold as the night. “Now,” his breath was fire against my ear, pushing his hard dick into my ass, pulling out a strangled moan from my chest. “Be a good prince… and let me claim my prize.”

Ozouf and I roared in utmost pain, sorrow, and bitterness. “As the future Alpha King, I, Jeremy Conrad Wulfric the Third, am blessed with one favour from the Moon Goddess, and it was my desire to be paired with Laura. Although I am gifted only one favour, whether it is granted or refused, I may only ask once. It was a risk I was willing to take, and it paid off. Now I ask again, as the prince of the werewolves, where is my mate?!”

She had friends like us. I went to the land of the Werebear to escort Princess Selene to marry King Beowulf and pick up Manolo. It turned out that he had been locked in the water dungeon of the Palace. By the time Beowulf found him, he was barely breathing and dying of torture. To thank Beowulf for saving him and the future father of my lovely hybrid baby, I personally sent Selene to his country and attended their wedding.

She said, "Lena is notorious at the university now. No female werewolves with mates want to be near Lena. After all, a woman who goes around destroying others' relationships as mates is terrible." Annette smiled and said, "Not every mate is as useless as Kyle." Roxanne had not yet found her mate, so she was not yet deeply touched on the subject. Roxanne thought for a few seconds and asked, "Everyone knows that Fiona, the principal, is Kyle's mother. Fiona turned a cold face on such a good werewolf as you. How can she accept Lena? I remember Lena got a C in Fighting Class." "Fiona can't accept who I am. You know that I'm a Hybrid," Annette said and gave a wry smile. Then she continued, "Thoug

Soon she’d find out, and he needed no reminding of how much she hated Alaric. She is your mate, his wolf huffed, always commenting on the subject. Not now, Asher growled, keeping his face straight as he looked out to the crowd. “Long live Prince Alaric!” They all chanted again, and Asher felt his uncle stiffen at his side as he raised his old crown, holding it to the sky. Asher’s gaze skimmed across the crowd, double taking when he noticed Mia hovering at the back, shock written across her beautiful features.

"Who wants to join me?" The Cruel Prince muttered just as he mounted his black stallion. While that seemed like a normal horse it was obvious from the dark tendrils emanating from the horse's eyes that it had been infused with his dark magic. The horse named Maximus was a strong yet unruly horse and there had been plans of putting it down after its last attack on the poor Fae who had attempted to subdue it until Prince Aldric claimed and was able to tame it. It was obvious from the way both the master and the horse worked together that they were perfect for each other.

Wolf and vampire hybrids hardly get to carry pregnancy, but she pulls through with pregnancy, and yet…" he paused to look at the prince. "And yet what?" He asked. "You subjected her to slavery, and not only that, all she goes through is constant stress from you and the others, and I guess she lost the pregnancy. You were too dumb and too Afraid to protect your goddess-given mate." He said it in anger.