The Prince Unwilling Mate Novels & Stories

He replied. “What is that supposed to mean?” I snapped, feeling defensive and angry towards this man. “Ever liked dragons?” He asked, completely ignoring my question. “What has my likings, anything to do with this?!” I raised my voice at the ignorance he gave me. “It has everything to do with it.” He retorted back. “Excuse me?” “You, little human, belong in my realm now. You’re my mate.” He told me, “I am Tristan Slade, Prince of the Dragons.”

“I don’t understand. Please, enlighten me oh, great one. What am I missing about you rejecting your mate? The one wolf fated to be yours through the Moon Goddess?” My cheeks flamed. It was almost as if the Prince had a personal vendetta against me, even though we’d never really met before this trip. “It wasn’t like I wanted to break the mate bond with Chloe. I had to – she’d hurt Leah and covered for her mom.” I paused. “Except she didn’t, and I broke our bond for no reason. Don’t you think this is hard enough for me? Realizing Leah lied and Chloe just vanished?” “You treated your mate terribly. I think it’s almost fair that you’re suffering now.” There was a bite to his words, and I realize

Lady Gloria replies, still glowering at me. “Because of her score?” she looks at me like I’m dumb then huffs out a breath, irritation coating her tone. “The prince has been arranged to marry Miss Sibel since they were kids.” She mutters, sounding annoyed. My brows furrow and I suppress an eye roll. Of course, the prince is a man. Why did I expect him to be any better than the other men out there? Here he is, with an arranged mate already but also insisting I’m his mate. I have more reasons to not trust him now, seeing how he isn’t loyal to his ‘mate’.

It seems like I have forgotten about the weight of his royal status and all I can think about is how he is the one who can save me from this place. To my surprise, the prince held my hand that was holding his arm. I blushingly looked at him. This isn't really the right time to feel butterflies in my stomach right now but can you blame me? Our connection seems to be incredibly deep. Now, I’m starting to think whether he’s actually my true mate or not. "Take back what's yours?" Prince Aiden retorted coldly. Alpha Cyrus's gaze went down to our intertwined hands.. I looked away when our eyes met. "I was late and it took time to meet my mate, but it doesn't mean that she belongs to you.”

“Wait… is she human?” I nodded. He sat back, whistling softly. “Well, that complicates things.” “I know,” I muttered, staring at the floor. “I just… I didn’t expect it. She’s nothing like anyone I’ve ever known. But she’s everything.” He studied me for a long time, tapping his fingers together. “Do you love her?” I looked up. “Yes.” “Then why haven’t you told her?” “Because I don’t know how,” I admitted. “I’ve never needed to try. You don’t have to woo anyone when you’re a prince. And I always assumed when I met my mate, it would just… work. That courtship wouldn’t matter.”

Riana would do anything to get away from her village, the one she had grown too accustomed to from never stepping outside the village borders, except the few occasions her father took her with him so she tagged along for alliance meetings. “I found my prince today. I found him and I want to marry him immediately,” she pestered her father who was weak when it came to refusing her requests. He did anything and everything the little girl asked. It was his way of making up for the fact that she never really got to know her mother. “I found my prince and I want him. I want him, father.” Riana may have been little but she was persistent. She grew up getting everything she wanted from anybody and s

The king informed him. “I need to know if you’ll mate with the princess I chosed for you, or insist to mate with this wolf less freak and lose your throne.” The king sneered. Prince Damien tensed up, his jaw clenched and he closed his eyes tightly for a second. “I’m not mating with my mate yet.” Prince Damien responded, keeping his gaze fixed on the king. “I don’t care about what you want to do with your freak of a mate, all I want is an answer by midnight,” The king growled. He glared at the prince, “I need to know if you’ll choose your freak of a mate over your throne by midnight.”

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?”

he continued. Rubbing my head in frustration, thoughts of changing the situation back to our favor occupied my mind. Since the Prince announced at the trial that the girl was his mate, things had been going south and not working as I’d planned. In addition to the Prince announcing her as his mate, Varlam was imprisoned because of his impatience to get rid of the girl, and my mate surfacing when it’s the last thing I wanted. One of the things I hate and avoid happening is my plans not working the way I want, which is what has happened since the trial.

Her mate the alpha prince of the Crescent Moon Pack, rejected her, as his mate and future Luna of the pack," he declares with icy detachment, not sparing a single glance on her before retreating into his car. What happens when the one you're meant to be with, rejected you? will she find another or fight for what is hers?