Prince Mateen Novels & Stories

he continued. "But he is." "Silence, Rhett!" the king barked. My brother's eyes darkened as he stared at me like he would skin me alive. "From this moment, Prince Caelan Moonfang will remain in Silverreach Palace as Prince Rain's official mate candidate until the next full moon." The room erupted instantly. "This is madness!" Elder Abel Meeks hissed. "The kingdom will be mocked!" Elder Cowell Logan snapped. "How are we going to face everyone with such disgrace hanging on our necks?" Cassian added.

And by greetings, I mean he snaps his fingers and orders everyone to gather in front of the throne. Does the dude ever crack a smile? I ignore the eyes of my fellow hunters cutting into me and follow in Caleb’s wake. He weaves through the crowd and folds his arms, glaring at the sour-faced male scanning everyone. I think Caleb said his name was Aamon or something, and that he’s the Prince’s advisor. While he counts heads, I look up to see a huge board hovering above the throne. Numbers, names, and locations shimmer on the screen in bold, bright-orange font.

“He’s turned into a really good Alpha.” “An Alpha that you love?” Adrian asked, his voice low. I reached across the great divide and rested a hand on his clenched fists. “He is someone I love, yes, but he isn’t the man I’m in love with. He isn’t my mate, and he isn’t going to become my mate.” Adrian let out a breath he’d been holding. I withdrew my hand slowly. “Why are you here, Adrian? Why aren’t you back in the palace? You are Crown Prince. You have a role there.”

With his gray hair gelled back, embroidered robe that got to his ankles and a belt that had a gold buckle. Mom walked out, not even bothering to urge Nine out though she didn't need to as the girl walked out. The man's gaze seemed to stare at her with lasers, like he wished to slice in her half, and when they got closer, he spoke, a rich, deep accent to his voice. "My name is Alexander Black. The royal retainer and special advisor to the king. The guard debriefed me on your... Story." Once again, his eyes moved to Nine. He didn't even try to hide his disgust as he continued, "Please, if you would be so kind as to join me in my study," and walked off.

She faltered, flushing beneath the man’s curious stare. "He is most certainly a prince—the second son of our eminent ruler, His Royal Highness King Kabir," the man informed her, his expression faintly scornful as he took in her pink cheeks and the vivid curls that had escaped the pins on top of her head and now clustered around her hot face. "My name is Zaid." I am Prince Ahsan’s personal assistant. ‘Second son?’ Kate parroted. "You mean Farhan was a prince too?" "He was the King’s firstborn son and heir to the Kingdom of Qubbah," Zaid confirmed. "Under our ancient laws, when the King dies, only his eldest son can rule Qubbah."

Corbin says to me as I chuckle doing an about face. Walking back towards the group. I hold my head up high just as I come face to face with High Elder Morris and his daughter. Yes, his daughter because she is undeserving of being called my mate. “The Prince and his Princess will ride with me.” I state being all business. “Just who do you think you are pup?” The High Elder takes a step forward and gets into my personal space. “I would take a step back High Elder.” The Elder looks over to my uncle who spoke. None other than the King of Werewolves. “Just why would I do that. He has no say in this.” He says smugly as I just smile at my mate who has this confused look on her face. I cannot wait t

Wade “Shit,” I mutter to myself as I look up another flight of stairs, and then look down the multiple corridors. No-one seems to be around either, where’s their staff? I hear movement behind me so I turn. A man marching confidently down the corridor, medium brown hair, slim but good build. His gold eyes give him away, this must be Prince Marc. “What are you doing with my sister?” he demands, approaching with long strides. I unconsciously growl as he approaches his arms out to take my mate. He stops, a glint of anger flickering in his eyes that look so much like Adelaide’s.

She fake a smile "is really touching" She said the words as she turns to gaze at Umma Magajiya who is still standing on her feet, battling her rage from the inside out. She knows that she can not create a scene here, cause if she does all she has ever work for will be in vain. The hall echo with a small laughter. Holding her head high, she continue "Let me introduce myself..." She trails gazing at the strange faces before her. Then took a deep breathe. "I am Nawal Mahmud, The Crown Princess and future Queen..." She trail again, turning to gaze at Umma Magajiya with a sly smirk, then she turn and gaze at Farida, who looks like she has seen a ghost. Nawal continued while looking at her direct

I thought. "Are you an idiot?" "Huh?" Louis pulled my thick jacket and lifted my body with one hand. Then, the man put me right beside him. I stared straight at the two dark obsidians in front of me. "I AM NOT YOUR PET, BASTARD!" Kevin Lee, the prince's servant, almost suddenly stepped on the brake pedal when he heard my scream. He cleared his throat softly, before settling into his normal seat. He looked back a little, "We're almost there, Your Highness."

His mother? "His Majesty is fine," another voice said and bent to his level. Uthman was still feeling groggy but he opened his eyes. The voice was not very familiar, but Uthman knew that he had heard it before, he could not just figure out where. "You have been walking around my father's country and asking questions, and you are planning something big. Did you really think it would be that easy?" The voice asked and Uthman got it instantly, it was Prince Ishmael, Sheikh Muhammad's first son and the heir to the throne, of course he was angry.