The Alpha's Princess Novels & Stories

I wasn’t supposed to be here. “Oh, baby, come lick my cunt.” One of them yelled from a dark corner. I kept asking myself while I came out of the night and I’m glad I disguised myself. I don’t want the people saying Alpha Oceana, the princess of realms, is a whore. For it was quite a taboo for a princess to be on the outskirts of her town, her palace and walking around the whores of houses.

He now had to press to find out what the Alpha King and queen was keeping from him, to find out what sort of game they were playing. "I CAME ALL THE WAY SOUTH BECAUSE OF NOT JUST THE CODEX OF RECORDS BUT I HA E RELIABLE INTEL THAT THE PRINCESS; DAENA RUSSO IS INDEED PRESENT IN THE CITY NOW AND ALSO IN THE CASTLE". Alpha Abbadon said to the surprise of everyone in the castle. There was loud murmuring here and there from the Alpha Guards and also tears flowing from the eyes of queen Esther. The Alpha King was even taken aback as he refused to believe his ears.

she repeated, but I couldn't figure out what she meant. I gave her a questioning look, waiting for her to explain further, but she didn't say anything else. The alpha king spoke up and issued his orders. "If you truly heard that voice in your dreams, then you must stay away from the alpha prince until we figure it out." My world suddenly came crashing down.

And the figure that looked identical to me. Just as the memories rushed back to the surface, a voice—not my own—resonated through my mind. “I’m your wolf.” My eyes widened. “What the heck?” I cried out in shock. My maids gave me a worried glance taking a step back from me, but I waved them away, my heart racing. I was Isabelle the princess of the Night Fall Pack, but unlike my powerful brother Emperor Tristan, I was the least capable of the Alpha family. While he ruled as the ruler, I was an object of pity—no wolf, no remarkable abilities, and no strength.

I smiled. “Oh, you can call me Amelia. .” She replied and I just smiled, unsure of what to say. All of this was new to me. The niceness, the luxury, the respect… “Darling, I have to meet with someone right now.” The Alpha spoke to his wife, slipping his hands in his pockets. “I'll leave y'all to do whatever women do.” He smiled and turned on his heels. “Let's go to your room.” She said, urging me up the stairs.

Her eyes closed as she exhaled deeply. He drew her into his arms, watching her pale face as she passed out. Elena Romano is the Alpha princess who eventually became a slave, and he is Alpha Don Dante Russo, the Mafia Alpha King to whom all Alphas submit.

I didn’t have to turn around to know that my Beta, Rhys, was approaching. He came to stand at my side and then shot me a questioning look. “Rough night, Alpha?” he asked, gesturing to my bloodied, rain-soaked clothes. “Not exactly,” I replied, offering him a quick nod before casting my eyes back towards the harbor. We stood in silence for a long moment before Rhys spoke again. “What news have the scouts brought from the capitol? I’ve heard whispers in the tavern that the Alpha King has finally sold the princess off. Is it true?”

Her body remembered the movements well, but her mind was elsewhere. She saw them at the corner of her eye-Alph and Alpha Delton's daughter. It was as they were strolling in the garden adjoining the training ground, lost in deep conversation. Princess with her elegant stance and flowing dress bent toward Alph, soft laughter echoing across when she caught a stray hair behind her ear. Alph on his part seemed riveted by whatever they were discussing, his expression unreadable yet focused. And they walked side by side, like from a frame of one of those royal fairytales.