Mated To The Prince Of Darkness Novels & Stories

“Kid? I am no fucking kid. I am eighteen, you bitch and the prince is mine.” Okay. This tour of the palace wasn’t going the way I wanted it to. I shook my head. I could understand the crush, but calling me a bitch... ugh! I hated that. “Thalia Red, the prince is MY PRINCE. Only ever mine, child. You know, he is my mate, right?” “Fuck the mate bond.” “I thought so too, but it is too hard,” I winked. “I know you have a crush, and I don’t blame you. He is so crushable.”

I do not mind this since he is the one who has caused all of my suffering. I close my eyes as my mind drifts back to the past. My mother was my father's fated mate. When they met, my father already had his chosen mate and Luna. This is common for Alphas and some other higher-ranking wolves. They choose mates if their fated mate is not of equal or higher rank. This is so that the heir can be strong. They keep their mates as mistresses on the side because the mate bond makes them stronger. Most women find it an honor to be a mistress. I find it disrespectful. The Moon Goddess made this person for you, and they make you stronger for a reason. Any children you have with your mates do not get the

Smoke poured forth like the breath of some colossal beast, and from the abyss, a figure began to rise. The Dark Lord. Prince Ron and Alaric watched, eyes wide as he emerged wreathed in fire and shadows, coiling around him like serpents. His neck and four limbs were bound in heavy chains of blackened iron, each etched with glowing golden runes that burned against his flesh. The chains clanked and groaned as he ascended, dragging against the rock with a sound that split the air like thunder. His presence alone seemed to crush the world under its weight; even the lava bent away from him, as if afraid to touch his skin.

The darkness closed in around him, its power overwhelming and absolute. When the ritual was finished, Ryder was changed. He was no longer the same man, but a shadow of his former self, bound to the will of the silver-haired woman. His eyes now mirrored the eerie glow of hers, a testament to the dark force that had claimed him. The weight of his new destiny pressed heavily upon him, as he stood in the ruins of the ancient church, forever linked to the legacy of darkness.

Was it something else? I don’t know. All I know is that I said the words that would forever haunt me: “I, Alpha Aiden of the Moon Shadow Pack, reject you, Addie, as my mate and luna.”

As if she heard my inner perverted thoughts of her, Lyra looks up and smirks at me. This woman; my woman was made to sin, the twitch in my pants as me turning away the last thing I needed was a fucking bonner in front of our men. Lyra winks at me and licks her lips, and all I can think of is sticking my dick between they plump red naughty lips of hers; my Princess of darkness.

then her eyes met mine. They were dark. Deep. Alive. Fierce in the way. And had that pull that made me drawn to her. My wolf stirred...then growled. Mate. No. No, this couldn't be. I inhaled and took a step back, pulse pounding, cold anger rising in my throat. She is my mate. This was a trap. This wasn't a desire. This was madness. Seven mates died. And yet here I was, already stepping into the grave. "Alpha Rowan." Cole managed to mutter in my ear, bringing me back to reality.

If she wasn't, then she'd survive it. ****** We all gathered in front of a raised altar; a priest was chanting, walking round the altar while Thea knelt before it. She was stripped of her clothes and tied to a robe, ready to go through the process of the ritual. I was hoping and praying upon hope that nothing would go wrong because that would mean I would go through the pain of being forced to marry Pamela, the daughter of the Darkfang pack. The Spirit Weaver started to chant the magical words of the wolf spirits.

“Then pull me back.” The Veil quivered. Shadows moved within it—dark tendrils of Maelor’s corruption, writhing, reaching for Cassian’s light. They had burrowed deep into his soul wound, anchoring him here. Aelin snarled. “You’re mine. Not his.” She grabbed the bond, yanking hard, fire blazing in her hands. The shadows recoiled, screaming. Cassian gritted his teeth, golden light flaring from his chest, but the corruption fought back, coiling tighter.

My father refused to look at me. Even after Damian's men had checked every room in the mansion, even after the guards had secured the gates and confirmed that the intruder was gone, Rafael Monteverde sat in his study with his hands clasped together and his eyes fixed on the floor. The message lay on Damian's desk. THE DAUGHTER BELONGS TO THE COVENANT. THE HUSBAND IS DISPOSABLE. I had read it so many times that the words no longer looked real.