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I chuckled tapping the prince’s shoulder as I walked past him. “But you do need to chill when it comes to Princess Celine, I could feel your wolf wanting to kill her, and that wouldn’t be ending too well if it happens Nathan” Elijah commented making me stop my tracks “despite whatever she’s done, you must not forget that you are a prince, and that your moves need to be somewhat calculated, you don’t need a war falling upon your head, keep that in mind” “Thank you, Elijah” I said turning to face the prince who nodded at me.

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?

She was beautiful but she kept giving me a condescending look. The Second Prince, Zain, wore a pleasant smile which was far too pleasant. Aeris would have hated him on sight. His smile disappeared as he stared at me before slowly returning. His wife, Kira, however, looked genuinely kind. Which, in a place like this, only made me significantly more cautious. Then there was the Fourth Prince, Cassian. He was dark-haired, quiet, and unlike the others, he didn't even bother pretending to be interested in me. Oddly enough, I thoroughly appreciated that.

Firstly, I would like to thank you all for reading and being patient with me. It has been decided that the vampires and the dragons will each have a series of their own continuing from their books in this series. I would also like to apologize because as I revised the book, I realized that most of the time instead of writing Areli, I wrote Alina which must have been confusing for some of you.

"Yes, your grace, do you want to take a look at it now?" "Just place it on the table and leave." He ordered, not even sparing him a glance as his eyes surveyed the sheets before him. "Yes, your grace." He is not in a position to speculate anything but he could feel himself drifting further and further away from Nolan as hours went by. No matter how much he tried to ignore the line drawn, there was no way he could ignore their positions. He is nothing but a servant to the prince and nothing would ever change that. The crowned prince would never stoop so low as to deteriorate himself to his level and he has no right to expect anything from him. But still, Nolan has never treated anyone the way

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.

This was known as the holy war. The seven children played a great part in bringing despair to not only mankind but the heavens. From heaven's greatest angel they fell to the position of the seven princes of hell. However, with their power combined they still could not kill a god. After their defeat, Freya was eternally sealed to a holy cube. Even after all this, he still could not bring himself to kill her.

Whatever they wanted, they could do with me. I managed to raise my head, and my gaze connected with that of the princes. Alpha Prince Isaiah was a tough one, the eldest of them, and his defiance and cruelty whispered throughout all the kingdoms. His brothers, Damian and Caddel followed, all watching me closely, their despicable glare landing on me. They were the three princes of the Alpha King, the ruthless King of our werewolf city, and of course, his sons took after them. They, all of them - beasts, were friends of my stepfather, and they all waited to devour me.

growled the seemingly embittered Alain. Casimir Lennox Aldrich Duchene, the heir apparent and charming noble, eldest son of Alana Duchene and the late Sebastian Duchene, was the golden prince as it were of the family and often quite mischievous. He'd been only two years older than his baby brother Alain but a troublemaker from the very beginning. His teacher believed him to be a terror for years but respected his status as the son of a prominent figure in politics. He was known for wild and crazed stunts such as this and events that got his younger brother caught in the crossfire. As charming as he was seductive, the tall handsome blond lad attracted attention from women of all ages but bedd

Her brown eyes kept flitting from the prince to myself . She had an air of entitlement about her , beta or gamma blood perhaps . She looks me up and down, her eyes landing on my hand on his arm . The look of disgust as she demands to know who I am, has me wondering who she is . As the prince walks away from her after a quick introduction i can feel his anger its strange it's as though its my own . Asking if he's ok , he just smiles at me , I am taken aback at how handsome he is with a smile on his face , I just shrug it off trying to ignore the flutter in my stomach . The prince takes my hand again , the faint tingles that were there before are now back . Finding comfort in his touch I dec