The Captive Prince Trilogy Novels & Stories

But I don't bat an eye. "You're not my father!" Looking him dead in the eyes, I say, "I am. And what I've said is final." ________ Author's Note _________ Hey, hey, hey, guys! We've come to the end of The Alpha King's Captive!!! Thank you so much for reading it through!! This is me crying, screaming, throwing up!

Third-person – narrator Everyone looked down at the innocent face of Christopher. His ordeal had forced a regression on the young prince to protect himself from the difficulties he had faced. But his innocent wording had moved all the adults in the room. Trey moved to pick up the youngster, he had grown attached to the boy during his time in captivity and wanted to look after him even now he knew he was safe with his family. Christopher allowed ‘his nice man’ to place him on Trey’s hip. Christopher cuddled into him feeling the comfort that he brought. Christopher couldn’t explain it, but Trey brought a comfort that his parents couldn’t give him.

“Kid? I am no fucking kid. I am eighteen, you bitch and the prince is mine.” Okay. This tour of the palace wasn’t going the way I wanted it to. I shook my head. I could understand the crush, but calling me a bitch... ugh! I hated that. “Thalia Red, the prince is MY PRINCE. Only ever mine, child. You know, he is my mate, right?” “Fuck the mate bond.” “I thought so too, but it is too hard,” I winked. “I know you have a crush, and I don’t blame you. He is so crushable.”

Sniffing see had thought that prince Alden would come to save her only for him to snub her. The night was long for prince Alden, because he could hear the sounds of princess Amelia crying and his crazy brother, prince stiles shouts as he raped his wife. He didn't know that his brother was so damaged and wicked that he had to rape his own wife just to prove that he was better than him, shaking his thoughts he pulled and pulling it away from dark things, he did his morning abolition, he was startled when he saw the person leaning on his door.

He held it in his hands. A purple light shone from the sword, it shone so bright that it's radiance filled the whole room and almost blinded Fife and Elena. They had to shield their eyes with their hands. Gad and the shadow man knelt down and bowed to Theodore. "My prince, welcome home" the shadow man said. "huh?" Fife and Elena's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. "I am a prince?" Theodore asked hesitantly. "yes you are, you are our prince"

Too many risks. After a quick shower, I sat at the desk and fired up my laptop, loading the tracking software I’d set up. Mauros. So that’s where he’d gone. Of course. The Priory. Queen Catherine’s brother, Thefros once a low level noble, now a monk. What did the prince hope to find there? Answers? Sanctuary? More importantly... what would drive him to leave the girl behind? I smirked. Whatever it was, it told me one thing, it was time to send the prince a message.

It had been two long years since that fateful day. The Kingdom of Blacktail journeyed to Opsia, seeking forgiveness. But to their shock, Opsia, too, was drowning in its own sorrow. Both kingdoms were searching — not just for peace, but for their missing heirs: Prince Damien and Princess Emily. King Thorn refused to forgive Wilson and Ethan for their betrayal. Their punishment was swift and severe. Even Ethan’s father, turned his back on his son, his heart filled with disappointment and shame.

If this was the end of whatever was left of me, then fuck it… I wasn’t meeting it on my knees. They didn’t look like the scavengers who had dragged me across the mountains. The older one moved with tight control, silver-trimmed furs on his shoulders, face hard and unreadable. The younger one wore dark silk and already had a sharp, restless smirk on his mouth. Both of them carried the kind of presence that made the air feel thicker. Hoax stepped forward and dropped to one knee. “My Princes,” he said, voice careful. “Prince Vaelin. Prince Kaelen. The highest-grade captives from the eastern markets, as requested.”

Beginning of Book 3 Ruled by the Princess: Realm of the Chosen, a Reverse Harem Romance The sound of horses’ hooves beating against packed earth, cheers from the crowded stands, and the jarring clang of wood on metal were all drowned out by the sound of Princess Katrinetta’s heart beating out of her chest as she stared down from the riser. Gripping the wooden barrier that separated her from a fifteen foot fall to the arena floor beneath her, Kit’s knuckles were white, and despite the cool temperatures, a fine line of perspiration beaded her forehead.

I smiled at him, and his expression turned from concerned to bewildered. The one witch with us, Vincent, rushed forward and hit the padlock with a powerful enough spell to shatter it. Elara and Claire had taught him well. Agent Martin opened the door and released the prince. Then we all sprinted toward the exit. “No! You need to either go without me or help free the other captives,” Prince Ryder struggled out of Agent Martin’s grip. The SIB agent growled, “We don’t have time for that. You’re coming with us. Right now.”