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She smiled and nodded. “Go ahead, Eliana’s daddy.” With trembling hands, Hunter took the storybook from his daughter and followed her to her room. He sat by the bed while Eliana lay down, hugging her doll. “It’s called The Prince Who Came Back to the Castle,” Eliana said. Hunter opened the first page. “Once upon a time… there was a prince who wandered too far from his castle. He forgot who he was, forgot who he loved… But one day, he came back. And found that his home… had always been waiting for him.”

My hand holding the door shut is a bit of an empty threat. “I’m going to meet your children, Everleigh,” the Prince says softly. “And come up with a plan.” I narrow my eyes at him for a moment, trying to see if I’ve missed something – if he really knows - but then I sigh and drop my arm, letting him in. Auden nods to me, a little victorious smile playing at his lips as he pulls open the door to my little cottage and walks inside. I move quickly, following the Prince and watching from the door as he goes to one knee in front of Vivianna and Niall. After all, I don’t want to miss it when the Prince of the Realm introduces himself to his children for the first time.

gods, the words Zuri said almost made me like her way too much, more than I already do. Nobody has ever defended me. Even if she really can't do much, the intention is all that matters to me. Tilting a bit closer to me, Zuri whispers to my hearing alone, "They are the four princes from the founding families." That makes me frown. What would they want from me? Sweeping his head to the side, a third one among the princes, with an irregularly trimmed brown hair, flashes a smile at me, and it makes me cringe internally.

We worked in silence after that, and the lamp held its circle, and four days felt suddenly very small against everything that was moving simultaneously, and across the table the Crown Alpha of a wolf dominion in a dark turtleneck read his briefing files with his expression giving nothing away and his eyes finding mine every time I looked up, like he couldn't help it, like he'd stopped trying to help it, like some decisions had already been made and the only thing left was the days between us and the truth he still owed me. ~~~

I couldn't imagine entering it and finding him missing. "You good for nothing PRINCE." I whispered in the night as I gazed up at the stars. "Wake up soon or I'll burn every book of 79 clues and P*rcy J*cks*n back at the palace. And I'll make sure you'll never get a copy again. Ever."

"What I found out is actually worse than I thought. Worse than any of us could have imagined." "Then I suggest that we head back to the office and have a meeting with this matter." Said PRINCE Ace, who was in the pavilion the whole time. He was standing where the wall's shadow hit, so we haven't noticed him at all. Then my eyes darted towards the book that he was holding, but I couldn't read the title. Is he reading Japanese novels!? "Are you the ghost that keeps appearing when there's bad gossip in the castle?" I asked sarcastically and earned a scowl from the book loving elf.

Mikhail flopped onto his bed before curling into a ball. Thoughts of his birthright danced in his head. He found it difficult to process that he was a prince. He rolled around in his sheets for a bit before finally spreading out his arms and legs and staring at the ceiling. He furrowed his brows before moving to get up. Mikhail sat upright and glanced at the neatly packed suitcase he tucked in the corner of his room before stumbling over to the rickety bookshelf he made a few days after moving to Tefflander. He reached out to a worn looking book and tugged at it's spine.

"Hmph! The prince actually wants to take us to our deaths, but does he have the ability? I don't think so! Since he doesn't have the ability, how dare he speak so loudly to us? Isn't this a joke? Prince, ah, prince, I advise you to give up! You've already lost!" "That's right! Prince, it's meaningless for you to continue to resist! It's better for you to admit defeat and die obediently. Isn't that great? Why do you have to resist like this? It will only bring more pain to yourself! Of course, you are now a piece of meat on our chopping board. It's not up to you to live or die!"

KATHY❤💯🌈: Hey Good afternoon/night Sweetheart 💕 Damn she calls me princess now 😱 if i'm your princess then you're my queen 👑.. I missed you sooo much today.. Can't wait for you to be back tomorrow. There are some messages on WhatsApp waiting to be read by you ❤️.. I missed you today and I hope you be okay.. ❤❤.. I love you...❤

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. The Prince I Love to Hate Copyright © 2021 by Iris Morland Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Cover design by Qamber Designs All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a boo