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The BBQ place that was here was actually really good and even though it was tucked away, they had been visited by quite a few jazz and blues musicians, their photos littering the walls. I threw my arm over her shoulder as we walked in together. “I’m pretty sure I could beat you in a fight. Let’s be real.” Aelia laughed, shaking her head. “Name the time and place, Alpha. I’ll be happy to show you why I’m the First Alpha Prince.”

Prince got infuriated, "So, what do you expect them to do? They have your biggest secret in their hands. Why won't they take advantage of it? If this secret comes out in front of the king, don't expect me that I will save you! Arrange for the money or get ready for the war!" Kayla's eyes went wide. "Oh my God! What's brewing? Alpha John has a secret, a secret that can put an end to his rule or should I say not only his rule but existence too! I thought the prince is the holy one, but it seems like he is sinful just like the Red Moon Pack!" The discussion inside the emergency chamber stopped abruptly when out of blue they heard a phone ringing. Kayla almost jumped when her phone started ringi

"He only wins because he cheats! There’s this leaf he always chews before a competition—it makes him faster than any normal swimmer. Hahaha! But today, he met his match. He thought he was racing against an ordinary swimmer, but he was up against a true Aqua-being! What an honor it is to be in the same class as you, my prince." His words sounded like the ramblings of someone who had secretly taken too much marijuana. No one paid him any serious attention—except the security personnel. Before he could say anything else, they rushed toward him, grabbed him, and forcefully escorted him out. Where they took him, we didn’t know. Later, we heard he had been taken to a hospital, and rumor had it tha

Prince Vance said, about to walk away. “I already tried; even compelled her and ended up luring her to the bathroom to drink from her to see for myself. She does not remember Marco, but she does remember Princess Anse and she is on her way to Poland,” Wynn lied again. *** A few days later they arrived in Poland but could not pick up Princess Anse's scent on the platform. On their way back, all agreeing that they should enjoy the little trip away from the council while they can, Prince Vance, Prince Bleidd, Prince Kurt, and Wynn got mind-linked the good news of Prince Mano's return.

Despite my exhaustion, each step that takes me closer to him feels lighter, my skirts rustling against the dewy grass of the training yard. Prince Jax, firstborn of the Alpha king, is the only reason these training ground vultures limit themselves to whispers. Without his protection, they'd have torn me apart with more than just their words long ago. He saved me that blood-soaked night, and he's the only one who's ever bothered to investigate what really happened, refusing to accept the convenient rumors that paint me as a monster.

"He is the heir to Elyria's throne." I stared at her, dumbfounded. "You're kidding, right?" "I wish I were," she said. "Apparently, there were some old family rumors that the prince was having an affair with a man, and decided to run away from his royal duties. He was last seen in New York. Unfortunately, you came from there and you share the same name" I almost laughed. "You think I'm a prince? Look at me. I'm just... me." "I know it sounds crazy," Kaja said. "But you look almost exactly like him. When the news agency saw you, we thought he was back. The palace denied it, of course, but the resemblance is uncanny."

I was about to enter the quarter when Kai almost shouted. “Shit, Alastair.” He was scrolling his phone with his eyes widened like the Annabelle doll of the horror movie. “Who died?” I tossed him the question assuming there was something bad. Kai tore his gaze from the screen and then turned to Chelsea. His eyes ping-ponged between her and me. He wasn't sure if he should say this in front of her. “Say it.” My voice rattled. “Chelsea...” “Doesn't matter.” He exhaled sharply as he began to recite the lines from the article he had opened on his phone “Princess of Windsor, Lara Gilbert confirmed to be the date of the Prince of Walaland, Alastair Callisto for the charity ball season 121. Are they

“Alpha, it’s urgent.” Sinclair reluctantly extracts himself from my arms, and strides to the door, as naked as the day he was born. I hide my own nudity beneath the covers, burrowing deeper into my nest as the Beta stalks into the room, not batting an eye at the scene awaiting him. Instead he goes straight to the TV console against the far wall, clicking the remote and bringing the screen to life. He flips the channels until the device lands on a breaking news report. An image of Lydia and the Prince appears in the top left frame of a news report, above a headline reading: No longer in mourning? The Prince spotted in Old Town with former Moon Valley Luna, Lydia Sinclair.

It shattered into pieces due to the strong impact as the water splashes all around onto the ground. "What did you say?" Alphonso manages to talk in distress as the two men beside him jolt in terrified. "Your Highness, are you alright?" Minister Kingsley immediately asks in concern for the Prince's well-being, then he asks a royal maid to clean up the mess. Before William could answer back the Prince, a loud sound of stomping of hooks manages to divert his attention. "Neigh!~" A sound of a horse makes everyone stop and stare. "Winter!" The Prince speaks in delight, but the people are horrified to see that Winter comes back to the backyard without his pilot.

Kael’s POV I stride back toward the settlement with Blackwood trailing behind me, his nervous energy practically radiating off him in waves. The scent-masking potion lingers in my nostrils—proof that this Elara didn’t bolt blindly into the woods like some frightened animal. She planned her escape. “Your Highness,” Alpha Blackwood says, quickening his pace to match mine. “Perhaps we should discuss this further over dinner. You must be exhausted from your journey.” I don’t slow down.