Surrogate For The Alpha Prince Novels & Stories

Your Love and Mate, Aelia Fae Penn aka Solaris Ulrich, First Alpha Prince, Rogue King, #1 best sister and fated mate I brought the letter down, tears streaming freely down my face. A smile crept onto my face. Even now, Aelia was saving my ass; always thinking about my future and my dreams. She was looking out for my pups, our pups, even if she wasn’t able to contribute herself.

He had a chiselled well-sculpted body, tanned skin and hints of tattoos on his neck and hands, visible only where his shirt did not cover. Other than the scar, there was nothing savage about the man. He looked neat and civilised. He did not look like a man that grew up in the wild. He had indeed come a long way. I stared too long until he caught my gaze, and I quickly averted my eyes. I was glad he ignored me because he didn't say anything or approach me. I was insignificant. "I am Nikolas, also known as The Prince of Rogues and now, your Alpha. As you all know, I own all the packs in the territory, and Alpha Gabriel has signed his pack rights and power over to me. He has sworn by his wolf t

"My pack is at your service. Whatever you need. I will give what I can. You have my loyalty." He bowed his head as he spoke. The Alpha had shoulder-length hair and somewhat resembled the high king in certain aspects. The way he held his head and the color of his eyes in the dimly lit room. "My brother. We will gladly accept your allegiance." For a moment she thought that they were real brothers, but the High Alpha king paused and motioned to Alyssa and AJ. A look of pride shone on his face. "This is my son Prince AJ and my daughter Princess Alyssa." He motioned to their mom and to Kyle. " I believe you know my wife and my other son.

Claire’s face turned completely white, tears welling in her eyes as she stumbled backward, utterly humiliated in front of the entire academy. Derek turned back to me, his expression shifting into a pleading smirk. He took a step closer, lowering his voice, trying to project an intimacy that didn't exist. "See, Leah? I’m cleaning house. I know we had our misunderstandings when you were hiding your identity, but a true Alpha Princess needs a real Southern king, not a brutal Northern warlord who treats you like a political asset. Our wolves know the truth. We are fated." Before I could answer, a dark shadow fell over the courtyard.

"The southern guilds have agreed to the revised tariffs, and the grain reserves for the winter months are fifteen percent higher than last year." Across the table, Prince Alexander stood inspecting a long leather map case stamped with the royal wolf crest. He had grown into the full, formidable posture of a young Alpha—broad-shouldered, imposing, and carrying a quiet, controlled power that commanded immediate respect. His dark hair fell naturally around his strong jawline, and his amber eyes burned with the same sharp, unwavering focus that defined his father.

“You know Prince’s brother is missing. The pack is in chaos. He must find him…” “So Prince still believes that the runaway Alpha would come back?” He cuts my words in the middle, forcing his question inside. After Prince's brother's disappearance, he got the name the runaway Alpha. “He will come back.” “Enough!” He raises a palm in the air. “I thought Prince would take over the throne. Despite being Alpha Lozark's nephew, he has no ambition, no responsibility.” “Father…” “Since he wants to postpone the marriage, we would rather cancel it.” My heart drops to my stomach.

Director Crane goes on, “she’s not fit to be a royal pet. It would be my pleasure to have her executed for you and offer you your pick of more obedient pets instead.” But if this man was the Alpha Prince, why had he been unwell in the middle of the forest? Who had been chasing him? This doesn’t make sense at all. The Alpha Prince, still not responding to Director Crane, steps forward and offers me his hand. My brain struggles to reconcile the familiarity of the man I saved offering to help me up with the surreal notion of the Alpha Prince stooping to help a nobody, orphaned human.

he said after a moment, “then we have a bigger problem than just a shared mate. In fact, having a shared mate is the least of the problems we need to solve.” I didn’t respond because that was obvious. Our father, the Alpha was the greatest problem because if he gets a hold of Barbara, he wouldn’t think twice before having her executed or jailed if he wants to be empathetic. Geoffrey ran a hand through his hair, pacing slightly now. “No, this doesn’t sit right with me.” “It doesn’t have to,” I said. “It just has to be real, bro! That’s what we need here! Logic! We all have to be realistic about this!”

“Crown Alpha Prince Tobias, firstborn. Not friendly, but nothing like the second.” The man walks past people in a rush with a woman by his side. “And that’s his mate,” the girl mutters. After him, three more men appear, and I’ve seen one of them before. It’s Prince Emmet. “Alpha Prince Dorian, the fourth prince, Antonio the fifth, and Emmet the sixth—all of them illegitimate.” All three men wave with broad smiles. Suddenly, another man hurries past them. “That’s Alpha Prince Raphael! Second born to a true royal‑blooded Luna.”

Something more complicated and quickly buried. Elara wished she had not seen it. The Alpha studied him for a long moment. "What are you saying?" Kael's jaw tightened. For one heartbeat, he did not answer. That pause was the only mercy he gave her. Then he turned fully toward her. "Elara." Her name in his voice did something terrible to the room. It pulled every eye to her. She could barely breathe. Kael stood straight, controlled, perfect in a way that made everything about her feel smaller. His face gave nothing away now. Whatever had cracked in the hall was gone, buried beneath the prince he had been raised to be.