The Princes Unwilling Mate 소설 & 이야기

“What?” asked Prince Brayden. Weather looked at Prince Brayden and with a sad expression. Her lips parted and she spoke, “I know what you want… and I am sad to say… that I cannot do it.” Prince Brayden was shocked by her refusal. She already knew what he was going to ask before he asked her. She truly can see the future. “I cannot be your mate.” Prince Brayden didn’t want to hear what she was saying. He grabbed her hand and said, “No. You will be my mate.”

They were filled with anticipation wondering if the prince had by chance met his demise, after all, it was the orcs they were dealing with this time. While the unfortunate death of the cruel prince would be "reliving" it would be a great loss to them considering they lost their greatest asset and none of the other princes would be willing to get their hands dirty. Who were they kidding? None of the princes was crazy enough to want to risk their lives in this manner; they had a kingdom to rule.

Elizabeth said as she stepped around me. “It is alright; I just want them to help him,” I said as Elizabeth walked through the door. I looked to Carter, “There are protocols in our world, Julia. Those protocols are followed by everyone. A mate always stays with their mate. Especially the Prince’s mate,” he said calmly.

"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."

A wide staircase splits into two, leading to the upper floors. “This,” Adrian says, stopping at the foot of the stairs, “is Iron Wing. You’ll be living here. Ground floor’s common area. Curfew at ten. Boys on the west side, girls on the east. If you’re caught in the wrong hallway after hours-” His eyes narrow slightly, and a quiet chuckle escapes him. “-well, don’t.” A few of the guys shift uncomfortably. “There’s a strict structure here,” he continues. “Unlike the heirs and trust fund babies up the hill, you don’t get the luxury of bending the rules. You break one-“ he snaps his fingers, “-you’re gone.”

I agreed softly. Then Demarion leaned forward, resting his arms against the desk. "But Rio," he said evenly, "you need to understand something as well. No matter what happens next, war is coming. And if it turns out that the Princess truly deceived us, I need to know where your loyalty stands." The room seemed to grow colder.m right after those words. "If your loyalty is with the Princess, I will understand," Demarion continued, his voice calm but filled with seriousness. "But I need the truth now."

But in the end, I let Eiraeth persuade me. He made me believe that we could be destined mates. I foolishly step into this marriage. Two years into our marriage, during our anniversary celebration, I met him—Prince Arineth, the first prince and my fated mate. The moment our eyes locked across the crowded hall, the mate bond snapped into place, and it was so powerful that I couldn't deny it. Prince Arineth was everything I had always wanted in a mate. Tall and broad-shouldered, with storm-gray eyes that pierced through me, masculine allure that made my pulse race. He was everything, but to everyone else, he was nothing. Everyone in the capital and other packs knew he was the king’s bastard son

Athena POV “Well... yes...”. Aiden scratches his neck awkwardly, confirming my suspicions. “WHAT?!”. I stand up abruptly. “And you didn’t think to tell me that?!”. I wave my arms around frantically, freaking out. How on earth am I mated to the princes? “We didn’t think it was relevant”. “It doesn’t matter, right?”. “Of course it matters!”. I blast back with a raised voice. In which universe does it not matter to be mated to damn royals? “Have you seen the type of girl I am? And that is just appearances. My personality isn’t exactly princess material either”.

Only royals could shift into silver wolves, so I was certain I'd met the young princess. I'd wanted her ever since. Every woman who approached me got the same refusal. Any man who insulted her got a warning. My fingers tightened on the sheet. I had no interest in starting a pointless feud between packs, but what that man had said about the princess was more than I could stomach. I adjusted the pillow beneath my head. I needed sleep before the next assessment. Jax shoved a picture of Ari into my head. Deep red hair, sea-green eyes, a mole at the outer corner of one eye. Even in my head, she looked ready to argue.

Do not trust anyone who tells you your blood makes you a queen. The council member looked at Alexander. "She cannot remain here." Alexander's expression hardened. "She is under my protection." "That is no longer sufficient." Adrian stepped forward. "It will have to be." The council member's eyes narrowed. "We aren't asking." The hall became completely silent. Adrian stared at him. "Then you're going to have a problem." The council member's gaze hardened. "Prince Adrian, you are not yet Alpha." "I know." "You are still the heir."