The Prince's Unwilling Mate Novels & Stories

"But he's right. You need to be there. Show the court you're not intimidated. That you belong." "I don't belong." "You do now. Bonded to three princes. Carrying the heir. Like it or not, you're one of us." His grin softens. "Besides. I'll be there. I'll make it fun." "How?" "You'll see." He stands. Kisses my forehead. "Wear the dress. Look devastating. Make every she-wolf in that room jealous." "Why would they be jealous?" "Because you have what they all want. Three princes. A true mate bond. Power." He heads for the door. "Trust me. They're going to hate you. Might as well look good while they do."

I wouldn't have discussed anything with her if I had known that she was his mate. The sadness in her eyes as she shook her head again and told me that it was a crush on her own side was a picture that I wouldn't ever forget. I had decided then that the prince had to be a fool if he couldn't see the beautiful girl in his kingdom and leave her with unrequited love. I was more than determined to get her for myself and make her my mate, my queen. I had been about to lay my charms thickly on her when dad came back and I had to excuse myself from her.

Angel decided after a few minutes of silence. "I haven't played golf in a long time. At first, I thought I could invite you to play during my free time——" "There's no free time like today. Wait, I'll get ready then," Angel interrupted, running a little through the hallway towards her room. Prince stared at the small body that looked very adorable heading towards his room at a run. Prince was still waiting quietly, putting both his hands behind his back. Smiling slightly when the maid openly stared at him, but once again there was no romance between master and maid. Prince had a big view of the woman who was worthy of being with him, equal. He wanted a partner equal to him so that no one woul

, I thought, and decided to see how it would play out. Fifteen minutes later, the Prince came in with the Alpha and Luna and the party began. The smaller wolves had all chosen their mates and they were congratulated by their families. Some were happy with their mates while some were not that pleased, but there was nothing they could do about it. The bond is divine after all, so we don’t get to choose. The floor was open to the Prince and he began to walk around in order to find his mate. The ladies at my table started adjusting themselves and flaunting their bodies forward as she was approaching, but he just passed us by like thin air, crushing their hopes in a matter of seconds.

That is all. “Interesting,” Prince Pierre laughs from my side. “Your brother and your mate.” “She is no longer my mate, and Damon is not my brother.” Prince Pierre chuckles. “Of course. This is the whole point of this little soiree. So you may find a second chance mate.” “She isn’t here,” I groan. “I would know if she were.” He pretends to pout. “Are you saying that you will not be taking a chosen mate?”

The voice on the television continued, “In addition to providing entertainment and comfort to the everyday populace, the selection offers a unique opportunity for the princes, who have yet to find their mates. As per law, a prince needs a partner to inherit the throne.” Logically, upon seeing Nicholas in the lineup for the selection, I knew he didn’t have a mate, yet still my brain struggled to make sense of it. When we’d dated, Nicholas had been kind and generous, talented, handsome. How could someone like that have failed to find their match? “Can you believe this?” Anna asked me. “They are all so handsome!” The footage of the three princes played on a loop. This time, I was able to see mo

"It's not a yes either." I let that settle. Let it sit between us, heavy and complicated. There was so much he wasn't saying—so much history I could feel pressing against the edges of his words. I wanted to ask more. Wanted to push. But something in his posture told me that pushing would only make him retreat further. So I didn't. We started walking again. For several steps, neither of us spoke. I couldn't stop thinking about what he'd said. His second mate. The woman who had chosen politics over him.

the chef handed Mikhail a knife and a basket of potatoes asking him to help him peel it. Mikhail had tried following in his brother's footsteps, yet it still felt like something he could not imitate. What could define a prince? It was an open ended question that he too was unsure of. However, to always remain hidden behind a mask of perfection... It was something he couldn't do. He was imperfect and incapable of acting as intended by William. Speaking of princes, it reminded him of how there was a rumour from long ago in a town he had stayed in many years ago of a young prince from a foreign land. Unlike most prince, he was unrefined and preferred to live out his life to the fullest.

Walking into the room now, he was as handsome and seductive as he always ways, the blood only made him more dangerous. And Elizabeth loved it! If only he wasn't her cousin, she thought, as she drooled over him. Even if he was her cousin, she would have definitely found a way for the both of them to be together, if his silly bethroted and chosen mate, Ava, was not in the way. She wished her mother would work on exterminating Ava, instead of preying on poor and weak Roxanne, the human who was hundred percent clueless about everything.

Far too trusting… “He could have you in moments and what would you do with no one here to protect you.” “You protect me!” She objected leaning forward and nearly stepping against him. He could just feel the brush of her small nipples through his tunic as they grazed his chest when she drew deep breaths. He was already so over sensitized from the moon that he found himself groaning against the desires of his beast. “Then mate with me.” He said under his breath. She laughed outright. Ducking his arm against the wall and pushing his elbow aside as she gathered a candle to light in the fire. “No. I won’t let you do that! I won’t be mated by force or out of pity.”