Surrogate For The Alpha Prince Novels & Stories

The soup was terrible. That was the first thing Kaevrix Noctharis Virellion — Crown Alpha of the Virellion Dominion, heir to four centuries of wolf-blooded power, feared across every territory the dominion touched — thought when the girl shoved the bowl in front of him and told him to drink it before it went cold. Not who is this child. Not how dare she. Not even the appropriate sovereign fury of someone unaccustomed to being spoken to like an inconvenience.

A long dark cloak rested over a polished armor scarred by several battles. His black straight hair reached the base of his neck, and there was a faint scar on his left jaw signifying that he has fought countless battles. His silver-gray icy eyes made the whole room fall into a thick silence. Without saying a word, he walked towards the royal platform and each step he took echoed like the heavy stomping of the guards. The nobles stood up and bowed to him except for one frightened noble who said, “wow, he really came”. Without asking anyone, I knew that he was Alpha Magnus Thorne. The most feared ruler of Blackthorne fortress, the king’s younger brother, and the man whom everyone refers to as

The wail was loud and fierce, vibrating through the air like the roar of a wolf pup demanding recognition from the world. Nora deftly cleared the mucus from his tiny nose and mouth, clamping and severing the umbilical cord with steady hands. A boy. His skin was flushed red, fine black hair clinging to his brow, and when his round eyes blinked open for a fraction of a second, they flashed with a silver-gray gleam that mirrored Kaelen Thorne's gaze. On his left shoulder, a tiny silver crescent birthmark stood out clear against his skin—the unmistakable hallmark of the Alpha bloodline.

"The Alpha won't like it." "The Alpha doesn't like most things I do." I adjusted my bag. "That's never stopped me before." "This is different." Lottie started walking again, and I followed. "Prince Cameron is... complicated." "Complicated how?" I pressed. "Who is he to Alastair, exactly? I know he's his half-brother, but-" She shot me a glare then added brashly. "It's not my place to say." "But you know." I pressed.

Callie shook her head, “no, their heir takes over the pack as alpha when they take over as king. King Zaccai’s son, is Alpha Azai.” My jaw dropped. “No frickin way. I’ve been living with the prince. I’ve been being insubordinate to the prince. Oh my god, they’re going to kill me dead.” Callie raised her eyebrows and pursed her lips, “calm down, Allie. The one thing you’re not good at apparently is your studies.” She chuckled at me. “Hey!” I exclaimed, “it’s not my fault that they did those lessons shortly after my parents died, I was traumatized still.” We walked out of the bathroom and Caleb made his way over to us, coffee in hand.

I said as I set the pancakes on a ceramic plate and placed it on the table. “I am just so happy. Dad passed on his gene to you, Minty. You can be a werewolf and not just any wolf, a natural born alpha werewolf. I'm proud of you.” My lips split into a grin and I said, “We don't know for sure, Alee.” “Speaking of which, who is this mate that has got you all tangled up?” I stared at the table for a moment. It would be easy to admit that the prince was my mate but everyone thinks that he's dead and so, I said,

"In addition to these things, we would normally offer you the highly sought after rank of being the heir to the throne partner, but since you have... complicated circumstances surrounding your mating, we thought it best to offer you something slightly different." Please do not grant me the leadership of an army of werewolves. "If you decide to stay, we will allow you to have Griffin as your partner and he will be given the rank of heir to the throne. We will also be willing to conduct a ritual known as Sharuken, which is a long and difficult process that will free you from your second mating. We have only used it once before, but we are confident in its ability to free you from any attractio

I said, tonelessly. "They are gone. They left early yesterday morning after they tied us up." His breathing was uneven. He took a minute to steady his breath and said, "I hope they never come back." "Describe them." I kept my tone leveled. "They all had white hair, and red eyes except for one…." he trailed off. "Tell me about that one." The other priests kept making muffled sounds, shaking their heads at me with eyes bulging out, floundering. "They called him the Alpha Prince," he said, studying my face with his marble-gray eyes. "He sort of looks closely like you."

Just, the color looked a bit different, more orangey than the one I had made for the prince, and now I wondered if I was making the dish wrong the whole time. "It's nice to finally meet you, your Highness," the man across from me introduced himself abruptly. "I'm Jeremiah, Prince August's Beta." The way he said his name was so smooth and even a bit sexual. His appearance and personality seemed nothing like his Alpha, but I guess that was in line with Dylan and Prince Leonardo.

Prince Chris sighed. “You can’t be my son’s mate! What kind of pair is that?” the Alpha King asked the moon goddess the last part. “And why!” I barked. I dared yell at him. The Alpha King growled slowly and dragged my hand, “You are a weak wolf! A stupid weak wolf.” Prince Chris pulled his hand from me. The Alpha King glared at him and I looked at Prince Chris confused, was he protecting me? Did it mean he was accepting me? “If not you’re my Beta’s daughter, I’d have thrown you away long ago! You’re a curse to my kingdom.” the Alpha King scowled. Prince Chris's hands fell off me, I felt cold immediately.