Prince

"Make sure she doesn't attend my daughter's funeral. Because of this f*ck*ng sinner, my daughter died and now I don't want her to obstruct her smooth departure to heaven!" Years have passed since the tragic incident, but fate dealt me another blow when I discovered that my mate was the brother of my deceased best friend. "I, Elijah Hernandez, Future Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack, reject you, Amelia Green of the Blue Moon Pack, accept this rejection, or else…" Elijah blamed me for his sister's death and not only rejected me but also ordered my execution for a crime I did not commit. I thought this was the end of my life but I was wrong. My dark fate got brightened when my second chance mate ushered in my life, who was none other than the Lycan Prince... Yet, amidst this newfound hope, a haunting question lingers: can this flicker of hope illuminate the shadows of my haunting past?

Finally back home after years of training as a gifted healer, Skye is ready to finally be able to help in their family-owned clinic. The omega’s mind was set to treat any one who asks for help and all kinds of wounds and diseases to the best of his ability. What he did not expect was to discover that he was betrothed to the son of the king. ***** Defying royal traditions and his father, Linus walked away from the palace. The alpha prince found a family in people who wield swords for a living. He love the life on the road, and forging his own fate. What he did not expect was his father’s threat coming to life and presenting him an omega for a mate. ***** An alpha who wants nothing but to be free. An omega who’s goal in life was to help. Will they learn what it means to have a mate?

Freya is the adoptive daughter of the warrior mated couple of the Midnight Pack. She didn't have a scent, so everyone thought that she didn't have a wolf, just like humans. Matteo Harith is the Lycan prince, soon to be king, who was waiting for his mate. He had smelled her since 9 years ago in the palace, but after that, he never found her, no matter how much he looked for her. When Matteo was assigned by his king's father to look into the case of a pack that had been wiped out, he lived in the Midnight Pack and found Freya. The moment Matteo stepped out of his SUV, Freya found out that he was her mate. But Matteo couldn't smell her at all. A tournament that had been held within the pack made Matteo find Freya to be his mate when their eyes met. When Matteo finally smelled Freya's scent, it was also the time that she remembered what had happened in her childhood and that the palace had refused to help them when they asked, which caused her biological parents' death. What is he going to do when Freya was blaming the royals and wanted to reject him even after they mark each other?

Matteo: I’ve never looked twice at a professor. Never looked twice at a man. Until him. Sergei Pavlov. My professor. My dove. The moment he walked into class, he became my obsession. My person of interest. And I always get what I want. He can call me insane, a stalker, a delinquent. He can push me away, slap me, even threaten me. But he can’t hide. Not from me. I’ll protect him. I’ll fight for him. I’ll destroy anyone who touches him. He thinks I’m just a kid. He thinks he’s safe behind those glasses and that calm Russian accent. He’s wrong. I’ll make him mine. Whether he likes it or not. ________ Sergei: Matteo De Luca is dangerous. My student. Too young. Too intense. Too psychotic. He follows me everywhere, suffocates me with his obsession, invades every corner of my life. And no matter how many times I tell him to stop—he doesn’t. He should terrify me. He does. But when his lips crash into mine, when his hand closes around my throat, when he whispers that I’m his… I hate that a part of me doesn’t want him to stop. I already have someone. Ten years together. A man my age. A man who’s safe. But Matteo burns brighter. Hotter. Closer. And maybe, just maybe… I’m not as safe as I thought.

Unaware that her drop-gorgeous aristocrat fiancé is Crown Prince Clyde of the Royal Werewolf Kingdom, Joanna surrenders to his intoxicating love. Clyde is all she dreamt of and more, the perfect knight of the well-known fairy tale. But at a glittering ball, Alpha Abel of Woodland recognizes her as his fated mate; one night of raw passion ignites the mate pull she can't deny. Guilt-stricken and torn between Clyde's enduring love and the fierce pull, she flees the Alpha’s bed the next morning. Abel, consumed by possessive rage, tracks her down, crashes her wedding to Clyde and kidnaps her. Taken to the Alpha’s territory, a tragic accident steals her memories and lands her in another pack, unbeknownst to the two powerful men vying for her. Clyde is devastated by the loss of his wife but is resolute. He would have her back - Joanna and the unborn twin pups... the heirs!

"Mysteries are matchmakers" °° "Don't leave me, I will die if you do." °° ---- Lilac Hirav has always lived under the radar since her mother's death. Silently tucked behind the shadow of Stepsister and her Father's wife. So when a marriage alliance is made with the Lycan City, things would sure go southhill as Lilac finds herself at the alter, set to wed the second prince of Lycania. It is a wrap, and a twist. Now married to the Lycan Prince, Lilac has nowhere to turn to except to accept her fate, but nothing is ever peaceful for Cinderella. Mysterious deaths are starting to take place in Lycania and somehow Lilac and her new husband are dragged into the middle of it. Maybe this mystery would bring them closer? Or not?

“I—sorry,” he stammers, his voice soft and precise, every word crisp but shaken. “I was under the impression this suite was assigned to me for the term. I didn’t expect anyone else.” He steps inside, closing the balcony door behind him. His movements are weirdly graceful, like he’s not used to the weight of his own body. He looks at me—olive-gold eyes, sharp cheekbones, lips that look too soft for this world. He’s beautiful. Not pretty. Not handsome. Beautiful, in a way that makes my chest hurt. I drop my bags harder than I need to, jaw tight. “Yeah, well, me neither. I was supposed to have a single.” He nods, looking genuinely unsettled. “I also requested privacy. This is… unexpected.” For a second, we just stare at each other, both of us sizing up the disaster. The scent in the room is stronger now—rain, spice, wildflowers, and something I can’t name. My heart’s racing. I want to punch something. Or maybe I want to kiss him. What the f*ck is wrong with me? *** When the fae prince went to Earth to fulfil his duty to study and understand Earthling culture and diplomatic relationships, he was not expecting this. He knew his touch was dangerous to humans, and his scent a constant lure that he would have to fight and try to hide to prevent any complications. He was supposed to spend a whole year living under the radar, studying humans in the distance, not sharing a room with one, and not with one so… fascinating. Cyrus is a complete mystery. Cold, distant, guarded… but at the same time sweet and protective, in ways that make Cornelius’ heart race and his knees fail. Cornelius never had friends, not really. Growing up as a prince, his title kept everyone at an arm's distance. The ones who approached him always did so with ulterior motives, to gain the crown’s favour. At his one hundred and twenty-six years of age, he has never had someone to call a friend, let alone someone to love. Sure, a lot of his guards and servants are always nice to him, but the difference in their ranks never let Cornelius feel like it was fairly reciprocated. He has always had lovers, many of them, but it never felt more than a temporary escape for relief, something that did very little to fill the empty void in his heart. But Cyrus… Cyrus is breaking his walls, one by one, and claiming every inch of his soul and Cornelius… Cornelius is f*ck*ng scared. Can he let himself love a human? How can they possibly make it work? He doesn’t have answers, yet Cyrus manages to question it all, to imprint his name in the depths of his core against all odds, ready to shred his world to crumbs and to fight fate just to stay by his side, to love HIM. And Cornelius doesn’t know how to resist that. Or if he even wants to.

"I cannot feel, but I feel you Sarafina." "I will shift the heavens for you, my love" ~ Cursed to have an ice cold heart, Prince Jamal of Zedora has to live without feelings – not being able to know the difference between sadness and happiness nor love and hatred, that was his life, until he met her. Sarafina Belaird, A young fair maiden whose whole life has been a roller coaster of hardship all thanks to her step family.. She crosses paths with the prince leading to her being held in the palace. What can be more frightening than setting her eyes on the prince? That is until she finds out she is the sheba – the said cure to the prince's curse and adding another disaster, she falls in love with him.

Adira lives in a place where there are many so-called gangsters, and she belongs there. She is an orphan with her sister, but her sister does not treat her well, so she decides to leave to go off on her own. Now she lives alone in an old warehouse ever since their parents passed away. The only thing she makes a living from is accepting missions from those who can afford her services. Adira does not accept a mission if the price is life. The king, King Stephen, has been receiving threats on his son's life. He doesn't trust his companions inside the palace except for his son and General Augustin. Even though it was against Adira's rules that she would not accept a mission similar to that of the prince, she accepted it because of the king and his love for his son, agreeing to train him with the sword and keep him safe. Now, with her rules compromised, she's committed to the family. Will she be able to keep her emotions in check? How can she explain the sudden beating of her heart every time the prince is around her? Is she prepared to risk her life for this man?

He was the one who instructed me on how to love. And the one who destroyed me. Many years ago, an unknown man entered my silent world and took my heart. And forever he vowed--then vanished out of sight, leaving behind, as all, scandal, humiliation, and ruined future. I made up my mind I should never see him again. Until his name was proclaimed by the world. The man who had left me was the most influential emperor of the empire. He has called me now to his palace... and would not allow me to depart. The court hates me. The nobles want me gone. And the king who was once friendly to me gazes at me as a stranger. Nevertheless, the throne is not the biggest threat. It is the reality that lies between us. The king that broke my heart now makes one demand only-- I must become his queen. And this time, I might have paid a lot more than my heart to walk away.