Prince Alexander: Path To Conquest Novels & Stories

The smugness in Bernard’s eyes and voice disappeared when he asked, “But you were doing the things you’ve never done before all for Katriona. Don't you dare deny it. I saw it, McCain. If you don’t love her, then how did you-“ A wicked smile curled Alexander’s mouth as he cut the mage off. “The hows and whys don’t matter here, my friend. The process isn’t what’s important. It’s the result. Didn’t I get what I wanted in the end? Your crown princess had fallen head over heels for me. Taking her away from her mate is never the end goal. It’s stealing her heart and having her reject your crown prince which you should look forward to, by the way. That will be the start of his downfall.” Alexander

Her mate the alpha prince of the Crescent Moon Pack, rejected her, as his mate and future Luna of the pack," he declares with icy detachment, not sparing a single glance on her before retreating into his car. What happens when the one you're meant to be with, rejected you? will she find another or fight for what is hers?

The armies hold onto their bows tightly as they start to lit the fire in their heart. "Don't get too full of yourself, Alphonso. They are my armies, not yours. Therefore, they take orders from me," Ridge clicks his tongue as he overpowered the Prince. Some of Ridge's people silently chuckles, but Ridge's murderous glare silent and behaves them all. On the contrary, Prince Alphonso seems to be cool with it. The Archduke inhales and straightforwardly announces, "March forward!" All of the horses' hoof sprints on the rocky pathway towards the Palace as they keep their heads up.

---- Jack’s POV Morning comes early when you carry the weight of a pack’s future on your shoulders. As Alpha Prince of the Salt Rock pack and the one who will one day sit on the throne, there is no such thing as a lazy dawn. My father has been training me for years—grooming me to take over his duties so that when he steps down, the pack will not falter. The elders respect him; I want them to respect me the same way.

A knock shattered the moment. Alexander let out a breath, frustratingly running his fingers through his hair as he answered the door. A vampire warrior stood before him, bowing in respect to the prince. “Sire,” he said, his voice careful. “Prince Kyle has taken command of the military as ordered by His Majesty. He requests your cooperation in… transition.” Alexander’s mouth curved into something colder than a smile. “Transition,” he echoed. “Tell him he’ll need more than a crown’s degree to hold them.”

I brought my rifle up, resting the long barrel over the iron rail, and peered through the iron sight. Down below, Alexander was descending the grand marble staircase, one agonizing step at a time. His broad shoulders were squared, his chin held high, drawing every ounce of threat and attention onto himself. "Let my friends go, Vance," Alexander commanded, his voice cold, calm, and terrifyingly steady as he reached the mid-landing. "You want power? You want leverage over the Royal Court? You take me. A Royal Alpha Prince is worth ten times the lives of these guys. Swap their freedom for mine."

Even I wouldn’t deny that. But there are rumors that the Alpha Prince is a powerful werewolf. As the recognized heir of the pack, I can only imagine that he’s as cruel as the other werewolves. Maybe he will punish me for my escape. As bad as Director Crane is, I’ve always known werewolves would be worse. The Alpha Prince calls a beta over loudly enough for everyone to hear. “Go inside to investigate the validity of the director’s claim.” As the beta approaches, the prince lowers his voice so only the beta and I can hear. “Start in the basement.”

“You will. In time. For now, just rest. Let me take care of you.” Sarah nodded again. “Okay.” Sarah looked at his face. “Sterling,” she said. “That’s your name. Sterling.” He smiled. “Yes.” She tilted her head. "That's really a powerful name, right?” Alexander’s eyes flickered. “That is my real name,” he said simply. “Sterling is. Alexander Sterling. And I think it is a Powerful name.” Sarah nodded slowly. “Okay.” She didn’t ask more. She didn’t know that Alexander Sterling was not just her husband. He was the prince Alpha. He ruled over business. He ruled over the supernatural. But he didn’t want her to know yet. Not now. Not like this.

He was extremely handsome and I recognised him immediately. He was Alexander Lupus, the second prince of the kingdom. I thought he had felt the same as me as he watched me carefully, but in a split second a pain ran through my head, almost bringing Carys to the floor. I knew what this was immediately. The Royal Family were spirit controllers, and right now Alexander was trying to bend mine to his will. Carys could hardly stand it any longer and she fell to the ground, whimpering in pain. Even still, Carys wanted to be closer to our mate, wanted him to protect us despite him harming us instead.

"A weak-minded man has no business as king. The legacy of Sinclair is old and quite outdated, if you ask me. The were-world needs a new age—an era of discipline, strength, and true fear, and no man has ever been carved for such destiny like me.” He continues, not stopping for a breath. “I'd thought that I'd have to bide my time, bend over backward for Silvan, fucking kiss his brat of a son's feet before his marriage to Kamila is set in stone. I thought I'd have to wait years before laying siege on Sinclair, before I commence the brutal cleansing of their goddess-forsaken bloodline. After Silvan had spat on my family and made a joke of us by wedding Artemis to you, I was set on turning the co