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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. ~~~

"He's clearly an Elf you idiot." "True." Fred said. "That was no warlock magic. And PRINCE Ace is a pure blooded elf. Their line has no hint of other supernatural." The princes were in deep thought as they tried to figure out Ace's magic. But for me, I only need to know one thing that keeps on bothering me since this topic was brought. "Hang on for a second." I said, catching all of their attention. Feeling four sets of eyes on me, I took a deep breath. "Are you guys telling me that, because of Ace, THE PRINCE Ace, the royal pain in the butt, was the reason that you guys found me?"

"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.

The Prince was utterly deceived by the cordiality of his host, which was all feigned, and gladly consented to join in the hunt. The governor then led the Prince to a wild and extensive plain where the grass grew high and in great abundance. Quite ignorant that the governor had laid a trap for him with the desire to compass his death, the Prince began to ride hard and hunt down the deer, when all of a sudden to his amazement he saw flames and smoke bursting out from the bush in front of him. Realizing his danger he tried to retreat, but no sooner did he turn his horse in the opposite direction than he saw that even there the prairie was on fire. At the same time the grass on his left and righ

"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!"

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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

She quickly broke her gaze and lowered her head. The prince briefly glanced at Leila as he walked past her; he seemingly had no intention of speaking with her. Taking a thick stack of letters in his hand from the large ironwood table by the window, he started to read the documents one by one. The prolonged silence gave Leila a small amount of confidence to peek at him again. The prince was a breathtakingly handsome young man, chiseled like a diamond. But she had never seen a more stern expression than his. He was the prince of the dragon kingdom, leader of the royal knights, and protector of King’s Harbor, after all. What could he possibly want from a girl like her?