Prince Alexander: Path To Conquest Novels & Stories

“Indeed it has been, Prince Kai.” “As always, your games are entertaining as ever. I am interested in purchasing a few good men.” He then tilts his head to peek at Cataleia. “I want that girl behind you.” “Unfortunately, we are Cataleia’s first bidders.” The Nyth brothers stepped behind the Prince, completely towering over him against his physique. Even Axel, the youngest, was taller than him. The prince was exceptionally tall for his age, but the wolves were much gigantic. “Ajax Nyth of the Midnight Legion.” Prince Kai looks at him. “We finally met.”

His hands were flat on the table, very still. "Crown Alpha of the Virellion Dominion," he said, with the specific careful weight of someone naming a thing that has been unnamed in this room for a very long time. "The wolf world exists behind the seam of this one. It has always existed. The students at this university — the elite families, the old money, the connections that don't make sense by human standards — most of them have dominion-adjacent lineage." He paused. "Blackthorn was built at the intersection. It has always been at the intersection." I absorbed this. Looked at the library around us — the gothic arches, the shadows at wrong angles, the air that carried a charge on certain even

“We strike Nightwing directly. We take out what remains of their forces, cripple their numbers before Damien even has the chance to respond.” “And then?” one of the elders asked carefully. The prince didn’t hesitate. “Then we deal with him.” A heavy silence followed after that. The warlord was the first to break it. “This is too soon.” Prince’s eyes shifted to him slowly. “Our pack is not fully stabilized,” the warlord continued. “You’ve only just taken the Alpha title. There are still loyalties to earn and her recruits to at aren’t war trained yet—” “And?” Prince cut in, his tone still calm.

‘Well, I guess that was just a long and very vivid dream, and this, me cleaning for a whole pack, is my reality. Because I have learned about Alexander from history. Alexander the Great, the name itself resonates through the corridors of history like a myth carved into the bedrock of time. Born in 356 BCE in the ancient kingdom of Macedon, he was destined for greatness from the moment his father, King Philip II, placed a sword in his hand. But it was not just a kingdom Alexander sought; it was the entire known world. Tutored by the great philosopher Aristotle, Alexander's mind was sharpened as much as his sword. He absorbed knowledge of philosophy, science, and politics, cultivating a vision

I don't need her doubts clouding my judgment. But even as I try to dismiss her words, they echo in my mind like a warning bell. The timing was strange—the memory surfacing so clearly, so completely, right when I needed justification for what I was already planning to do. I shake my head, forcing the doubts away. What matters isn't when the memory returned, but what it revealed. King Alexander ordered the massacre of my pack. Knox is his son, his heir, the future king who will continue his father's legacy of violence and oppression.

That didn't mean that implied to Jax; I saw him bow to the princes with his eyes downcast and neck slightly bared to them. "Alpha. A pleasure to meet you. If my memory doesn't serve me wrong, your Alpha Jax of the Bluemoon pack on earth." I heard one of the prince's say "Yes, your highness. It's a pleasure to be an acquaintance." Jax replied, now with head held high but neck slightly bared. "You're a long way from home, alpha. Any special occasion?" I heard the other prince say. The hint of anger or was it annoyance, could be heard in his tone.

With our packs merged, we had the largest territory, and that gave him power. Without our marriage, there’s no way David could win, and Alexander would probably become the Alpha King. He had a lot to gain from my marriage falling apart. Would it be possible to get him to help me take David down? Alexander was known for being a little unserious in his personal life. I vaguely remembered some scandal towards the end of the campaign for Alpha King. It all helped David in the final debate and was probably key to him winning. If Alexander had my support, it would surely benefit his campaign, and I could help him steer through those scandals since I knew they were coming. Not to mention, I had inf

Princess Meliora. I read their names. I am assigned to wash their beautiful and thick clothes. They are the children of the three siblings of our pack's Luna Cordelia. Our pack is ruled by the Hastings hierarchy, and our pack is named after their surname, the Hastings pack. All the Hastings are already considered royalty. Our Alpha, named Alpha Archibald, is the true Hastings, and he was only married to our Luna. Now, all the family members of the crowned Luna will also be considered royalties. But only their children have the right to inherit the throne, and if they are not fortunate enough to have one, they will choose from the Hastings family only.

Jacinda chuckles nastily. "Stop with the games and tell me!" I snap, annoyed and frustrated. "Hmm. Just this once. I assume you've heard of Prince Alexander Filipe Reginald Kensington-Wield, the Crown Prince of the Lycanthrope Kingdom?" She reveals lazily, as if we are just discussing the weather. "Vaguely..." I whisper, the pieces of the puzzle finally coming together.

"Please do not try to move, Alexander. As I said, I have no plans of killing you. But I am not going to let go of Charlotte as well. So now that you lose, be true with yourself and accept your defeat!" Alexander grinned and stood up. "You have nothing to worry about Prince Arthur... because you will never see me again. I have no plans of going to the Canopus either!" Without hesitation, Alexander stormed off as he was so upset that he lost against Prince Arthur whom he considered like his own brother.