Prince Henry And Alex Novels & Stories

I hear the group of leprechauns in the room suck in their breath at the same time. “You took our Princes over the troll bridge? What were you thinking, Buppig.” Hazdil scolds him. “I was thinkin’ that the Princess needed to get to Eventide before our Prince made a huge mistake and married that Duchess, wasn’t I? We didn’t have time to go the long way around, did we? So we went the short way.” He says defensively and in his anger, I swear I hear a lilt of Ireland in his voice.

He stood out in the crowd with his chiseled features framed by black hair. The lady on the podium continued, "Ryan Taylor, the Alpha prince, will now take the stage." I was suprised was there another Ryan? It wasn't him right? The realization hit me like a lightning bolt. He was not only my mate but also the Alpha prince. My eyes widened in resentment as I heard those words, "A-l-p-h-a." The words 'Alpha' and 'Alpha prince' reverberated in my mind, and my heart raced in response.

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.

he mumbles while shaking his head. "My descendant is far more important than you, King Fergus" Alpha Tadeo mocks which was resounded by everyone who had moved closer to their side. "My son will give you another heir who could keep you busy, Your Majesty" Alpha Ramdel boasted with a smile. "Yeah, for sure it won't be long. With your beastly appetite, the Princess surely has our grandchild by now" Freya playfully mumbles, smiling at his husband. "That's how we love our mate, my love" Ramdel whispers to his mate.

“Old geezer, what do you think this place is? Is this a place where you can throw a fit? Kneel or die!” The crowd immediately froze. “It looks like he hasn’t discovered you yet?” Ynes, the former Holy Maiden who was expelled from Yorkshire Palace due to rebellion, said to Alex. Then, she discontentedly rolled her eyes. “What kind of big shot did you provoke out there again? You stir up trouble all the time.” Alex waved his hand. “Don’t worry. It's fine. He’s just an Immortal Monarch!” Ynes was about to stomp her foot in rage.

Otherwise, he’d be dead. The princess shook hands and hugged guests decked out in tuxedos and colorful dresses ranging from blues to pinks. With his eyes trained on her location, Kingston clasped his hands behind his back and settled in for a long, excruciating night of watching. King Hernando and Queen Dorothea stood at the head of the room, their four bodyguards and Raoul flanking them. From time to time, the Queen was gazing at Princess Romaine. “‘I see you made it down with no trouble,’” a voice came over Kingston’s com in his ear.

“What difference did it make? It was either you or my cousin Malcolm. I knew that I could never take my birthright, why coz I was born female. This pack has a rule that it must be a male heir, so it was unimportant which one got it.” Harrison’s jaw tightened. A male heir rule? No one had ever mentioned that to him. Not his mother, not his stepfather. More manipulation, more lies. “That doesn’t make it right,” he said, taking another cautious step forward. “Faith, I’ve been—“ He stopped, searching for words strong enough to carry the weight of his regret. “I’ve treated you like an enemy when you were never even in the fight.” Faith’s fingers tightened around the strap of her bag until her knu

Henri’s eyes narrowed at her tone, his hand instinctively going to the hilt of his sword. He stepped forward, his posture rigid and protective. “Hold your tongue, Princess! You’re speaking to the King!” he snapped, drawing his blade in a swift motion at Ava. Axel raised a hand, his expression calm but unreadable. “Stand down, Henri.” “But, Your Majesty—” “I said stand down,” Axel repeated, his voice firm yet controlled. Henri hesitated for a moment, then hesitantly sheathed his sword and stepped back, his alert eyes never leaving Ava.

“Your Highness.” A deep male voice called. “My love.” A woman’s beautiful voice spoke with a smile on her lips. “Happy birthday.” The male voice said. The man and the woman danced, when suddenly the scene changed. “The king is dead!” someone screamed. “FATHERRR!!!” the woman’s voice wailed in anguish. The scene changed once again and things became fast-paced. “Protect the princess!” “Take her away to escape!” Then, the tall and heavy doors suddenly closed, trapping people inside it.

From her periphery, Alex was instructing the warriors he brought with him to give aid. “Go, Alexander. Take the princess away from here. I’ll take over Zephyrus’ troops to calm the situation down,” Prince Henry said, running his tongue at his bottom lip. His face reflected calmness, but the aura coming from his body sent a shiver crawling up her spine. The Henry Clara was seeing now was different from the one she saw from the show. Alex need not be told twice. He closed his eyes and spread his arms out at his sides. Then, gingerly and very slowly, he exhaled deeply, and his wings began to unfurl.