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"Can you tell me more?" Alpha Lisbon asked eagerly. "Where is the Crown Prince then? What happened to him? How can we help him?" Alpha Lisbon stormed Aquila with questions as he started to drive again. "I don't know where he is," Aquila answered coldly. "But… Didn't you say…?" Lisbon asked hesitantly.

I charged towards him and pulled him off a shaking Alex before he did something he would regret! “Fucking touch her again and your’re dead!” Alex stood up, his entire pants was wet! HE PEED HIS PANTS! A small smirk spread across my lips. I grabbed Drake’s hand and we exited the restaurant. “Does Prince know about this?” I shake my head. “NO! and he won’t know!” “Oh, you can’t tell me that! I’m going over there right now!” “Drake please! Don’t! I know Prince. He will never believe me”

’ He yelled, the two jet skis were launched immediately with two of the crew on board each of them and they began searching in a wide arc towards the shore. Trina washed up on a beach a couple of hours later, she was barely conscious but still alive when Khalid Mamoota found her. Very gently he picked her up and placed her on his four wheeled trike and took her back to his private villa. No one had seen him, the beach was his own private stretch and it was guarded zealously. He was the Crown Prince of a volatile Middle East country and he knew to be careful his Father had many enemies. He lay the young woman on a bed and called his private physician to attend her. The man came back into his

A mate wouldn't allow his mate to die. I searched for Prince Landon but then I saw Ivanka, her mate General Dylan, Princess Anne, and then the Alpha King and Queen. I saw all the vile faces but I didn’t see the little Princess Anita or the Alpha Prince anywhere. The Alpha King and Queen were seated side by side under the Royal Wynd and then there was another seat beside the King and it was empty— Landon’s seat. He wasn’t around. Of course. My memory was incited now. He was out deploying troops for the scouting mission— troops that would later be brought to the Hencher, injured.

“Was imprisoning Malia survival? Was throwing me out into the streets survival? Was letting me rot, believing I was nothing, survival?” Her face crumpled. “We thought you were dead,” she said quietly, almost shamefully. “After you were last seen with the Alpha King’s son, the rumors… we were told you had died. What else were we supposed to think?” Her words clawed at me, but I couldn’t let them pierce deeper than they already had. I opened my mouth to lash out again, to unleash the storm burning inside me— But before I could, Beatrice burst into the room, her face pale and frantic. “Alina! Please—you have to come! I found him, but if you don’t come now, we’ll lose him!”

He looked like a phantom sculpted from blood and dusk. He walked with a silence that made people hold their breath. “The Alpha Prince…” someone whispered beside me, barely audible. “So he’s returned…” came another voice. I stayed bowed, still as a statue, but my ears strained for every word. “His father’s health is failing again.” “They say he came from the borderlands no notice, no escort…” “He’s terrifying. My cousin said she once saw him make a Beta flee the court in tears.” Then the whispers took a darker turn.

Alison promptly stopped her this time, warning under her breath, "He's Prince Willian of Farbanti. Are you trying to get yourself killed?!" Quincy was stunned for a moment but quickly turned toward Alison. "Are you serious…?" Still, she caught herself as she realized how suspicious the whole thing was, and snapped, "Princess, princes—you're all clearly trying to screw with me! Do you think I'm that stupid?!"

“He is not our rightful king! We should be fighting against him, not bending to his will.” Nia sighed, “I understand you, Ava. But we cannot continue fighting a futile war anymore can we? Who knows what even happened to your Prince?” “He was sent away to a far away island, and his allies are all either dead or already surrendered.” Dante added. I clenched my fist, There was no point trying to change their mind. They both seemed to have already made up their mind before this. “Fine, fine. I know what to do.” I said and stood up to leave.

Once Ethan got close, this provocative scent would invade his senses, directly challenging his pride as an Alpha King. Now, the final step. I left the buttons of my shirt undone to expose my skin marked with bruises. Then, with a glassy look in my eyes, I sprawled across the messy bed. I raised my phone and adjusted the angle. The shot had to capture the perspective of a secret lover taking a photo of their conquest after the deed. I took the photo and saved it. Back in my own clothes and carrying the "evidence", I headed for the airport humming a tune.

"Find them. And bring me the key." Altair looked at the unconscious woman beside him. He looked at his own broken arm. He was the CEO of the world. He could hack anything with a microchip. But down here in the dirt, bleeding out in a wrecked car with armed men coming to finish the job, none of that mattered. The Prince was dead. If they were going to survive the night, the Wolf had to wake up.