Surrogate For The Alpha Prince Novels & Stories

It’s obvious he’s just trying to push back at my own power play, but there’s something about his smirk that makes me worry his confidence isn’t all a bluff. “It will be an important day for my family whether I win the campaign or not.” I shrug. “Only the Goddess knows what the future will hold in that regard, but I know my mating day with Ella will be one for the ages, King or not.” The Prince laughs humorlessly. “That’s one way of looking at it.” “Do you have another?” I bite, before I can stop myself. “In my opinion a true Alpha makes his own destiny.” The Prince answers ominously.

I couldn’t. Now Sirek serves as the general under the Alpha, who is old and growing weaker by the day. Soon, the Alpha’s son will take the throne. The Alpha Prince is already overseeing the pack, and from what Sirek tells me, he hates him—resents his interference. But Sirek only wants to protect him. He’s like a father to the boy, even if the boy refuses to see it. Sirek also told me something disturbing—that the Prince’s chosen brides have gone missing. No one knows where they are. He suspects the worst… that the Prince may have killed them. He says the Prince is capable of such things.

Arthur let out a harsh, mocking laugh. "Why don't you direct that sudden, overwhelming concern toward your own pregnant wife, Nikolai?" Arthur sneered. "Rather than begging for our Luna's attention like a desperate stray?" He bared his teeth, his wolf rising aggressively to the surface. "Shut your damn mouth. You are nothing but a Beta." "And you are nothing but a Prince with a hollow title," Arthur shot back instantly. He stepped even closer. "Alexander will be the Alpha King. And you... you will always just be the bitter shadow who could not even build his own pack."

He blew out a breath as he sighted the palace from a distance. He would just have to forget about her. He was a prince. He couldn’t let himself be disturbed by those frivolities. “I am a prince, heir to the Alpha position of Moonwalker pack.” He repeated the words to himself, hoping it would make it more believable.

"It was the seal of a Luna that kept me caged. And you were so desperate for an heir that you brought a True Luna right to my doorstep." ​Alpha Miller—the puppet of the Feral King—lunged forward with inhuman speed. ​Kaelen met him mid-air. ​The collision was like two mountains crashing together. Kaelen grabbed Miller’s throat, but his fingers sank into the dark mist instead of flesh. Miller hissed, his hand—now a claw of solid shadow—striking Kaelen across the chest. Four deep gashes appeared on the King’s skin, but instead of blood, a sickly purple smoke began to leak from the wounds.

---- Jack’s POV Morning comes early when you carry the weight of a pack’s future on your shoulders. As Alpha Prince of the Salt Rock pack and the one who will one day sit on the throne, there is no such thing as a lazy dawn. My father has been training me for years—grooming me to take over his duties so that when he steps down, the pack will not falter. The elders respect him; I want them to respect me the same way.

Solange The second my dad dropped that bomb about taking the prince, the whole courtyard went dead silent for like half a second and then it exploded. The Northern Alpha’s face went from red to white to red again so fast I thought his head might pop off right there in front of everybody. “You can’t be serious,” he sputtered, voice cracking like he was the teenager here, not me, and before anyone could blink he was dropping down onto both knees right in the dirt, hands out like he was begging at church or something. “Alpha Voss, please, I didn’t mean for any of this to happen, it was a misunderstanding, my guards overreacted, I swear on my pack it won’t happen again. Take my younger sons inst

the Alpha booms to the room’ “let us celebrate! The Prince has found his mate!” The whole room boom and all I want is for the world to swallow me whole. Mostly because the noise is making my head hurt. The Prince sits and pulls me into his lap since there are no free chairs. “All o have to say is good luck.” The Alpha says with a knowing smirk. “If your mate is Kim Mylean Ashyver, you’ll never get bored.”

People lie and deceive you, but your feelings do not. What shocked me most in all this drama was one fact that I only realized later when the woman named Jessy took us to our rooms. I asked her about this mysterious woman that looked completely heartless and soulless to an outsider, and she chuckled at me while she shook her head. With a soft but somehow sad smile on her face she briefly turned my way before she answered my question, “That Alpha Neil, would be Alpha Alice Hell, the famous ruthless Princess and our beloved leader.” And that little bit of information left me speechless for hours. My mate was one of the most feared Alphas in the whole kingdom. I guess you could say we shared fi