The Prince's Unwilling Mate Novels & Stories

I had no idea why I didn't just get up and walk away, instead I asked. "Why do you hate me?" He looked at me with a shocked face but didn't say anything. Tears welled in my eyes but I made sure to not let even one drop fall. This wasn't the sort of prince charming I wanted. The prince charming I imagined was supposed to be so nice, extremely caring, very sweet and romantic. He didn't seem to have any of those, only the physical appearance. Maybe Noah was right after all, that only existed in barbie. Frustrated, I grabbed his cup from the table, his eyes widening at my action, "what are you... Dont.. " but I ignored him and gulped the remaining sweet liquid down and then glared at him.

he kept saying " my mother isn't ready for this turn-up " Getting to the entrance, his name was announced "His royal highness, the prince of espanedo, prince Rodriquez alongside his date Emily Suarez," he said bowing We walked into a room full of strange people dressed in all high fashion and manners. The mama's with their daughters gave me a disturbing look with no doubt knowing I ruin their plan of matchmaking. They all gave a smile that didn't please them obviously I greeted like I was taught, thankfully the lessons paid off "This is the duke of Cambridge "

Dustin said. Clara smiled faintly. The woman got up from the bed without any clothes on. Dustin could certainly see her as Clara reached for the shirt Dustin had worn earlier to cover her naked body. "I will keep my mouth shut, pretending not to know that my fiancé is Dustin, not Deon. It seems I should be grateful to be engaged to you. If I were engaged to Deon, chances are I would never be satisfied by his body that cannot get an erection." One of Dustin's eyebrows rose. "Deon has wealth, while I have nothing to be proud of. If they find out I am not Deon, you will only see me become a poor man who has nothing."

PLEASE LEAVE REVIEWS IT HELPS MY STORIES!!! I NEED TO KNOW WHERE I CAN IMPROVE OR WHAT I AM DOING RIGHT. THANK YOU ALPHA BEN "THE PRINCESS IS YOUR MATE," Vince shouts, and I growl loudly. "Shut up," I order, and he thumps down in one of my office chairs. "I haven't told Chelsea," I disclose in a low voice. "Ben, this is the kings' daughter we are talking about. Do you realize what you have done by parading a chosen mate in front of her," Vince says before gripping his own hair like he is the one stressed out.

His eyes stopped to fixate on her lips, which made him smirk. "Why do you always look so shocked?" he asked. "Maybe because I never expected the prince to be inside my room." "You didn't?" He acted surprised. "I thought every princess knew. Did you not hear about this?" "You mate with all the—" "Woah," he chuckled. "Who said anything about mating?" I can just visit your rooms to talk to you and get to know each of you better." "What is this?" A freaking dating show?" she whispered. "Basically, yeah."

He might be our brother but we don’t trust him one bit. "We may have liked the stories about her before but that doesn’t mean we’ll betray our own just to help her," Prince Wesley said with authority and power. Our brother smiled before leaning back. He doesn’t seem to buy his excuse. "That reminds me, how’s your journey in finding your.. mate?" The tension in the room grew further. "You know you can’t be the King without your mate, don’t you?" Prince Edward grinned after his sentence. He loves attacking our older brother, especially since Prince Wesley can’t seem to find his mate for some bizarre reason. He can’t be king if he can’t find his mate.

I walked into the ballroom, all alone with no one by my side. However, my eyes zeroed in on the Prince. He had a lot of people beside him. I could recognize him because I had seen some of his pictures. He was known as the retarded and useless Prince. He was the last son of Alpha Damien and he was disliked and suppressed by the King, his uncle. However, I frowned in the next second at what I saw. He had a lady hanging onto him. I was surprised that no one had come close to me, to invite me to see the Prince.

The veins in his arm bulged, his muscles straining under the unnatural pressure. I could visibly see the dense gravity of the light, determined to break him. Yet inch by inch, defying the force meant to keep us apart, he reached me. His skin blistered and burned the moment he placed his hand on my chest. The pain dulled slightly. Breathing became a little easier. But still, the feeling lingered — like something inside me was on the verge of snapping. “Ah!” Tears streamed down my face as my nails dug into the ground. “If it’s hurting her,” the prince said, his voice tense, “it means she already has a mate bond with someone else. The two bonds are clashing within her soul.”

I whispered, my hand gripping the table so tight my knuckles whitened. Ivana wasn’t finished. “Furthermore, my stepson, Prince Arden, has unfortunately been manipulated into aiding her. Cassandra Montclair has seduced him, bedding him to bend him to her will. Now he acts not as his own man, but as her puppet.” I froze. My chest constricted. She had dragged him into this. The news anchors and pundits filled the screen, each voice sharper, crueler than the last. They said I was heartless, selfish, cruel for humiliating Richard.

This time, I would not repeat the same fate. I walked straight to the wheel and tore off the slip marked with my letter–A. The room fell silent in shock. "Is she insane?" "That's one less competitor–our chances just improved!" "But the young master clearly favors someone else. Marrying into that… do you think it'll end well?" The thirty-five other women on the wheel were whispering to each other. The other girls whispered among themselves. I did not care. I calmly tore the slip in my hand to pieces and dropped it into the trash.