Novel & Cerita The Princes Unwilling Mate

he winked at me. His wink always made my heart flutter, but I didn't let it affect me. Tonight was the night I would find my mate, and lusting after someone else's boyfriend, someone different from me was not my intention. I had to remind myself that I was the Crown Prince, tasked with carrying on the Andrews Family legacy. "Ugh!" Cara snorted, and I turned to face her. "My boyfriend isn't here yet, and it's almost midnight!" She clenched her fists in frustration.

"Oh please..." "Russell, you will not say a word in this meeting again and since you are eager to know the outcome of this meeting, this is our judgment when two princes are involved in a marriage alliance, the prince that shows interest in the mate that the alliance is made, automatic makes him the rightful one to claim her and that was what your brother did, he had care for her and protect her and that is what you can't do and information reaching us, the goddess had finally seal it, she is now mate to him, which means from now on you will stay away from Alpha Rupert's mate and you will never come anywhere near her."

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.”

"Then what are you doing?" I stared at my hands. Trying to understand what had happened to my life. Trying to understand why the boy I was beginning to love had secrets that seemed bigger than anything I could imagine. Trying to understand why I still wanted him near me after everything. "I need you to promise you won't tell anyone." Rachel's face softened. "I promise." "Even if you think I'm insane?" "Especially then." So I did. I told her everything. The werewolf revelation—Lucas shifting in the forest, the bond, the fated mates. The way my body had started betraying me—the lights flickering, the window shattering, the heat in my hands when I got angry.

"He doesn't know yet, and I rather he finds out from someone who truly cares than from your mind games. Please." Mathilda shrugged, staring at her neatly trimmed nails. "Not that I give a damn but, oh well. Wouldn't hurt to play your game one last time, would it? Besides, the keeper is overjoyed now so I can ignore that." Mav hissed, then attempted to get to me again. More pain. More gurgling blood. More tightness. "The more you prove to be stubborn, the more your mate suffers. Tread carefully, Prince." "You want me? Then take me! But leave my woman out of this!" He thundered.

“I believe you will pass the information to the other princes and let them know I brought the news to you before it breaks out later today.” I try to pretend like the news didn’t prick my interest. “Is there a point to this discussion, Lucas?” He doesn’t fail to wear that sweet smile of his. Anything to be in the prince’s good books. “Indeed, Mr. Mort. A few changes were made this year. Mates are expected to work together during general courses and practices, and the unmated ones may stick together in a group of at least two or five at most if they so wish. Do you by chance know if any of the princes have found their mates from the new Nobles?”

On our wedding night, Enzo refused to seal a blood bond with me. He looked at me, his voice cold and emotionless. “Vanessa will always stand by my side. You can become Lady Vane only because our two families needed this marriage. So don’t expect my blood, my heart, or a real place in this family.” I was human, while Vanessa was a pureblood vampire. So everyone believed that his choice was only natural. For the next three years, Enzo gave her everything that should have belonged to his wife. At family councils, Vanessa sat beside him. At the Blood Moon Banquet, she wore the Vane family crest. Even the servants in the manor gradually became accustomed to asking her first. Some people even call

That would make sense. Entry Nine: NO! NO! NO! NO! Emmet found his true mate! He broke it off with me! This can’t be happening! Why is this happening? None of the other Princes even look at me. This is not how it was supposed to happen! I have to be desirable! I have to find a mate! But now I am alone. What am I going to do?

“No.” Magnus’ hard, clipped answer echoes exactly how I feel. This is not how I wanted to take a bride. The Volva back home had said that I would find a mate in these lands. Having not found one that drew my attention, I took the only one that I had not seen. It was not until after the contract had been signed that we sensed the one bearing a true mark. She seems a bit surprised at the response and her smile tightens. “Very well, I’m just going to…” her voice trails off as she walks to the back of the temple to do whatever pretend priestesses do behind the temple walls.

It is like I've seen him but I couldn't place his face. Julian sucked in a breath. “That’s him.” “Him?” I muttered. “Who is he?” “The second prince.” The second prince? No wonder I didn't recognize him. The English have the habit of showcasing only the crown prince. “His name is Rowan,” Noah said beside me. “He is a different topic entirely.” I didn’t hear the rest because this boy's gaze lifted and found mine. The moment our eyes met was brief but it felt like it stretched. There was no smile on his face. No challenge or impression. Just a steady, unreadable look that struck like a question I hadn’t realised I was waiting to be asked.