Romans & histoires My Moonlit Alpha Prince

The King's eyes narrow as his werewolf, Henry, is starting to take over his body. "Prince Alphonso, how does it feel to be served and adored by those fine Ladies?" The Alpha watches the Ladies whimper in fear of the atmosphere he brought to the room. "How did you march inside?" The Prince inquires as he grits his teeth. "How? You were familiar with how I killed the other Lady in the woods. I think the Prince needs to see what's on the outside picture of the Kingdom right now." The Alpha shows his smug face to the Prince, leaving Alphonso curious about what's going on outside.

"Who the hell is she, anyway, some lowly Omega? I can't even tell her rank!" Dane, one of the Alpha Prince's best friends, comments, and the rest of the men laugh dutifully. I have just come out of the pack library following a mouth watering scent, and guess what? Moon goddess has decided to humiliate me by making me the Alpha Prince's mate. Titus is not just the Alpha Prince. He is heir to the throne. He is general of the pack's army of warriors, and he's never lost a battle.

she continues, “the Alphas of the realm will show their strength. The strongest of the strong will step forward, and your Prince… he’ll open the path.” “Alaric?” Kael asked. She nodded. “He’ll be the first. The moon will call the Alpha in him, and he must answer. Then others will follow. Are you surprised? Alaric is a warrior, my dear.” Kael’s grip tightened around the bowl. The thought of Alaric before the whole kingdom, surrounded by hungry eyes, it filled him with both pride and something sharp that wouldn’t settle. “But that’s not the part that makes this night different,” Grandma went on. “When the moon climbs highest and its light falls white as bone, the blood moon climbs with it and

I wasn’t sure what to say. Damien squeezed my hand and looked at me. In a moment of sheer vulnerability, I reached out to him through our mind link, “I don’t know who I am.” “Who do you feel like you are?” “I don’t know. I was Alpha in Waiting of Iceclaw. I am your betrothed and mate. I am, maybe, the Moon Goddess’ heiress and promised princess?” I questioned touching the glittering moonstone that was warm and beginning to glow as we traveled North. It’s like it knew it was going home at long last.

"I want him to bow his head to me every single day and remember what he threw away for my treacherous sister." As she emerged from the forest, Luna saw the grand pack house in the distance, its windows glowing warmly in the twilight. Somewhere in there, Alpha Vincent was probably in his study, working late as he always did. She'd seen him watching her sometimes during pack gatherings, his golden eyes - so like Marcus's but somehow deeper, more mysterious - following her movements. She'd always thought it was just an Alpha keeping track of his pack members. But now she wondered... "Tomorrow at the Moon Festival," Luna decided, "everything changes."

— I thought you would already know that your former Alpha found his mate. — His mate? —Helen asked with a tone that carried a trace of pain. — That's right. But that's not what's interesting... — After those words, the elder reclined casually in the couch's backrest and smiled cruelly. — What's interesting is that the Southern Luna is a mere human.

A man who could decide your fate based on a glance… or a mood. Prince Kieran. The Alpha who returned from the human realm after fifteen years of exile. The man who ended the Great War with a trail of bodies in his wake. They say his heart is made of the same silver that killed his father. And I… I just agreed to lie in front of him without knowing. A bitter laugh almost escapes me. Not that I would have been given a choice to refuse. Two senior maids appear from the shadows, bowing low.

"What in the seven hells do you think you're doing?" The door swung open to reveal a tall, imposing figure framed in the twilight – Kaelen Thana, Alpha Prince, heir to the throne. His gaze, cool and assessing, swept over the scene, taking in Damon's raised knife, Elara's pale, tear-streaked face, and the untouched cleanliness of the room. Damon, momentarily frozen in shock, hesitated. His hand trembled, still raised, but the blade remained inches from Elara's heart. He had never imagined anyone would dare interrupt him.

He blew out a breath as he sighted the palace from a distance. He would just have to forget about her. He was a prince. He couldn’t let himself be disturbed by those frivolities. “I am a prince, heir to the Alpha position of Moonwalker pack.” He repeated the words to himself, hoping it would make it more believable.

"I thought I was protecting a girl. I’m holding a crown." "I don't want a crown! I want my life back!" He laughed, a short, humorless sound. He walked toward me, his movements slow and predatory. He didn't stop until his chest was brushing mine. He reached out, his hand sliding into my hair, his fingers tangling in the mess of it. "There is no life back, Elodie. You're a White Moon." He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. "Every Alpha in the world is going to be at these gates by sunset. You aren't my assistant. You aren't even my mistress."