The Hidden Princess And Her Three Mates Novels & Stories

Unlike Winzi, she was centuries old, but she still did not find her mate. There was a moment of silence before Eleand asked his companion. “I heard Harewyn called you Princess, where did you come from?” He was inquisitive about her heritage. Based on his observation, Winzi looked different from the faeries living in Mirasaen. “It’s none of your business!” She appeared irritated. “Mannerless witch,” he whispered. Her eyes narrowed and glared at him, “Insolence!”

There are colorful streamers and flags fluttering in the wind, flowered wreaths hanging on many doors, and even the sun seemed to be joining in the festivities, shining with golden brightness that lifts my spirits instinctively. Leona, now clad in bright ceremonial robes, opens her arms as we approach, and a round of applause breaks out among the people of Starfall. “I believe you tail-waggers have finally figured things out!” Leona calls. Vincent and William laugh, and before the entire assembly, Vincent takes Layla’s hand and raises it high. “Wolves of Thornheart, Stormhowl, and Starfall, I present to you the true Princess Layla of our kingdom!” The applause now is thunderous, and while I’

"You saw the paw prints in the mud. You felt my tongue heal your flesh. Stop lying to yourself." ​"Stay right there!" I commanded, though my breath was coming in ragged, shallow gasps. "I don't care what kind of parlor tricks you have. I don't care if you're the Alpha of a pack of wild dogs. I am not your mate. I don't belong to anyone!" ​Instead of getting angry, a dark, heavy possessiveness washed over Kaelen's rugged face. The muscle in his jaw ticked. He closed the distance between us in two massive strides, entirely ignoring my command to stay back.

I stopped listening to her rant, as I was too busy reading the description: dark auburn hair, a high widow’s peak, angular face, slim but sturdy build. It really did sound like me, but it could also be just about anyone else. I crumpled up the paper and threw it back one her bed. She squawked and went after it. “That could be anyone,” I said. “I’ve never read a more generic description for a Fated Mate before. He didn’t even say what she smells like.” “Sure,” Vera said, but I knew that she didn’t believe me. I barely believed me, and I was there when Vincent announced that they’d found the Prince’s real Fated Mate.

Elysia Deep in the belly of Mount Everstrike, the Matriarchs of all Covenkind encircled the cavern’s hollow heart. Tension vibrated between them, each glance weighing betrayal against disbelief. Pure power surged through the veins of the Primordial Sovereigns coiling around every breath, and pressing outward until every otherworldly trait blazed beyond measure. What lesser witches only hinted at erupted in them. Their eyes lit the darkness. No torches needed.

As I stood inside the elevator, I started to think about what to do, if I should quit the job and look for another, or endure the torture of being punished for a mistake. I sighed deeply at the thought of Layla. If only she wasn’t so over her mate and had come home, I would’ve discussed it with her. The elevator made a ding sound and opened to a small confined space where the coffee mixer stood. I picked a coffee cup and walked over to pour coffee into it when I overheard the conversation of the staff in the other room. "I heard the Alpha’s mate is a beautiful young lady," one of the ladies said proudly. "I also heard she’s from the Moon Pack."

My breath is ragged in my lungs, my heart pounding in my chest with more than just exertion – because any second I expect a hand to grab me by my collar, yanking me backward, demanding an explanation – But I know, above all things, that secrecy is still absolutely necessary. No one can find out that I’m a girl – no one can find out that my mates are here – no one can find out that the Princess is in hiding at Alpha Academy, or else I’ll be forced to marry that jerk or start a war – God, I’ve been so stupid and reckless tonight, I should have listened to Rafe – You should have invited them into the pool with us, my contrary wolf grumbles. Then we could have ­–

Black-and-gold walls shimmered under the soft light, woven basket designs glinting like threads of magic. Then I saw it. A portrait—brown hair, green eyes, soft lips. My steps halted. The woman in the picture looked exactly like me. “I knew you looked familiar,” Dee said, noticing my expression. “That’s the Princess. I sensed a similarity.” “Princess?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. Dee nodded. “She was the princess here about ten years ago. Vanished right after her father arranged her marriage. They said she was furious—ran away. When she was finally found, she was pregnant. Her children were… different.”

She quickly hid when her mother came out and started walking to the Alpha's chambers and the Princess entered into her room immediately. She quickly shut the door and went straight to her mother's wardrobe, she began to ransack it. Different clothes, boxes of jewelries, accessories, all other things but strangely, she couldn't find the substance her mother just mixed - where did she hide it? Princess Lahore suddenly saw a small box hid between a box of notes and makeup box - it was right in the middle of it and it seemed different. She quickly opened and a gasp escaped her mouth when she inhaled the scent, it was choky. She brought out an handkerchief and poured some on it, she was still wra

Others I discarded without a second thought. So I recognized the desire immediately when I saw it. The mother offered her daughter. The daughter willingly presented herself. None of it moved me. Because deep inside my instincts, one thing had already become clear. My mate was here. And whoever she was, she was hiding. I followed the princess into the residence silently. Inside the room prepared for me, she tried her best to seduce me further. The elegant gown she had worn downstairs was gone. Her body was now exposed beneath thin fabric that revealed more than it covered.