Prins Alessandro’s Point of ViewWhen we jumped aboard the extravagant Royal yacht, a wave of joyful energy swept through everyone. The polished deck gleamed under the afternoon sun, reflecting the festive atmosphere.We were all mated and happy, which seemed to strengthen our bond with one another, a sense of closeness pervades the air. All four Royal offspring had now found their mates, and my father was going to be so thrilled when we arrived at the Palace with this news.I had been the only one without a mate, A persistent void that has finally been filled.Joyce had made me the happiest man on earth, her presence a constant source of joy. Before long, our mates changed into their swimwear, their laughter echoing across the deck. I noticed that only Joyce and Joanna wore bikinis and shook my head in disbelief, a playful smirk on my lips.It looked like only Clyde and I were confident, while Carlo and Zane still didn’t allow their mates to walk around half-naked among family membe
“Tell me if you don’t want me. Why are you humiliating me like this?”Alira’s heart-wrenching cry came clearly through the crack of their cabin's hatch. Her voice was heavy with emotion, as if she was on the brink of a full-blown collapse. Joyce stood, frozen, disbelief written all over her face, her eyes wide with shock, unable to absorb the emotional chaos unraveling behind that door.“It cannot be. You are my mate and you bear my mark. Isn’t that enough proof that I have accepted you? Look, you have marked me too; we are irrevocably connected. Why do you want more?” Carlo’s voice was tinged with irritation, sounding as if he were speaking to a small, stubborn child who refused to see reason.“I want pups! I have the right to!” she exclaimed, her voice raw and pleading. “Why don’t you want them? We have been mated for so long; Joanna, Janice, Natali, and even Alia is all pregnant. I am the only one left out in this!”The anguish in her words resonated deep within me, stirring my hea
"You are definitely being biased and completely wrong, Joyce!"Joanna's voice rang with authority with a clear note of admonishment as she addressed her friend. Their relationship had evolved far beyond that of mere colleagues, they are all family now.Joanna had no intention of pandering to this stubborn woman. The atmosphere on the yacht was at a low ebb the moment Joyce and Alessandro returned, their faces were stormy and tense, they had clearly been at odds.They each took separate seats, staring off in different directions, creating a chasm between them. When Carlo and Alira didn’t join the group, which only intensified the coldness, the silence heavy with unspoken words.Clyde had summoned the men and taken Alessandro aside, leaving Joanna acutely aware that she had to take care of the women. She gathered her friends and retreated to the stern of the yacht, seeking a private space to discuss the matter. Natali went to find Alira, who was quietly sobbing on a cou
“Carlo, why do you hate me this much? You’ve driven a wedge between me and my mate! And on the very day I met her. Why are you doing this to me?”Alessandro’s voice rose sharply, a manifestation of his fury as he approached his younger brother, who was slumped over the bar with his head cradled in his hands. In front of him sat a glass of whisky, a clear sign that he was trying to drown his anxieties and inner turmoil in alcohol. As Alessandro stood there, towering over Carlo, his younger brother slowly lifted his face to meet his gaze. Only then did Alessandro begin to notice the bloodshot eyes and the unmistakable look of defeat reflected back at him. The sight of Carlo’s pain momentarily eclipsed his own troubles. In a moment of empathy, he reached out, gripping Carlo by the shoulders in a bid to offer some form of comfort.“Hey man, don’t take it so hard,” Alessandro attempted to soothe him, trying to infuse the conversation with a sense of reassurance. “They’re w
Alessandro stepped into the hut assigned to him and Joyce.The conversation he dreaded had to take place, a confrontation he knew was unavoidable.He knew he had misbehaved toward her, his actions rash and impulsive. Although it hurt that she treated him with such coldness, he realized he was not prepared to give up the perfect bond they shared. Many years had passed while he impatiently waited for her, never willing to commit to another woman because he was certain he had a fated mate, someone waiting for him somewhere.Still, he couldn’t shake the fierce, accusatory look in Joyce’s eyes from his mind.She had used the few words she overheard to blame him, without even listening to his side of the story, her judgment swift and unforgiving. Carlo and Alira had spoken only briefly, without going into details, yet she was ready to lash out at him.Yet a flash of reason struck him, they had only been mates for a few hours, And they were still in the process of learning how to deal with t
Once the relationships between the mates were restored, the atmosphere in the group buzzed with energy once more, a noticeable new harmony fills the air. Laughter and joy replaced the earlier tense mood.The yacht was heading full speed for the Kingdom, where a new challenge lay ahead, a confrontation that could no longer be avoided. Mariam and Jace had to admit what they had done, explain their plans and motives. Only then could the trust within the immediate Royal circle be rebuilt and everyone move on to building a better future. Breakfast was served on the deck, bathed in the warm morning sunlight, with a cheerful, lively atmosphere surrounding them. Each couple shared the stories of their first encounters, playfully teasing one another while enjoying their healthy meal paired with freshly squeezed juice.“How much longer until the Second Crown Prince arrives, Joanna?” Joyce asked at one point, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I can't wait to welcome him. Have you all thought a
Absently, Clyde stroked Joanna's round belly before pressing a tender kiss upon it, a gesture of unspoken affection.He gazed deeply into her eyes, searching for answers, but noted the blank expression on her face, a mask of carefully concealed emotions. The family held their breath as the wait for his response became almost unbearable.“I am ready,” Clyde declared mysteriously calm. “As I said before, Joanna is my Queen, the mother of the most significant members of the werewolf community. After the King and I, she stands as the most figure, having custody of the next royal line. She is extremely privileged.A gasp of disbelief rippled through the group, the Crown Prince's words were met with a mix of confusion and disdain. No one expected such a vague, meaningless answer. Clyde seized every opportunity to show his affection toward his wife, yet his words carried an unsettling ambiguity.A menacing growl erupted as two massive Lycan wolves were about to shift, their postures bristlin
The Royal yacht entered the harbor of the Werewolf Kingdom, and a somber mood permeated the air, a stark contrast to the joyous atmosphere that had prevailed before Clyde's unsettling pronouncements.Clyde's statement had greatly dampened the spirits of the group, casting a shadow over their homecoming.When they finally disembarked, they found themselves split into two camps. Zane walked down the gangway alongside Clyde as they entered the pier and as they looked around, they spotted Jace leaning against an SUV with his arms crossed, his posture casual yet alert.When he noticed them, he waved and beckoned the men over.“Hey, man, you were suddenly nowhere to be found,” the Royal Secretary exclaimed with a hint of concern. “Luckily, the King was too busy to ask questions, and I covered for you well. Where have you been? Couldn't you at least let me know you were leaving?”Clyde patted his friend reassuringly on the shoulder. “I went to pick up my wife,” he replied bluntly. “Have the
Twenty years later... "Come on, Clyde, the boys could arrive at any moment. Why are you dawdling today?"Queen Joanna expressed her irritation at her mate's sluggishness, who seemed in no rush to welcome their sons.The Princes had spent two years in Latin America, undergoing rigorous training alongside the sons of Joyce, Alira, Alia, Elena, and Janice. The younger generation had received basic combat and strategy training, a biannual rite of passage overseen by the Council, while the older ones immersed themselves in advanced studies of logistics, business, and management. Among them was Crown Prince Joachim-Georg, his return eagerly awaited. His triplet sisters, however, remained in the Kingdom, much to their displeasure.The eldest, Princess Ciciane Taylor Mariam, had made such a fuss that Clyde had no choice but to allow her to take martial arts training under Chief Warrior Rubio. This girl was a true rebel, known in many packs as the "warrior Princess of trouble."However, she w
As if he had been waiting for this precise cue for an eternity, Xin surfaced, taking over from his human.Clyde's head took on a shape as if carved from wood, the golden fur shimmering as it manifested on his face. Possessively, he cradled Joanna’s face in his hands, lifting it toward him and kissing every inch of it, a fervent declaration of his love.Caught off guard by the strong, untamed power that enveloped her, Era stiffened, her senses reeling. She closed her eyes, savoring the intoxicating rush flowing through her, a wave of pure, unadulterated energy.“No need to panic, love,” Xin whispered to her, his voice a soothing balm against her surging anxiety. “I have never given you reason to doubt me. What is this?” Era leaned against his chest, surrendering to his silent, persuasive power, her resistance melting away like snow in the summer sun.“Joanna is insecure,” she confided in a low murmur, a confession whispered on the edge of a sigh. “She fears that a fated mate might sudd
As they stood before the grand, imposing doors of the Palace, Butler Clark came before them, his presence as steady as the ancient stones of the building itself.Clark was the same age as Alpha Maceo, but unlike the Alpha, who retained a youthful vigor, the signs of aging were etched deeply into the butler's face, revealing his years of service and loyal duty. Moreover, the butler was not as athletically built, nor did he move with the same fluid grace as Maceo.“Alpha, are you here to speak with the King?” he asked the visitor icy calm, his tone devoid of any warmth. “Please, follow me, the family is on the back terrace, enjoying a moment of respite now that Queen Joanna needs her strength.”Before the Alpha could offer a reply, Clark turned on his heel, clearly expecting the pair to follow him without question.The Alpha and his granddaughter exchanged a surprised glance, before stepping into the grand foyer. They walked through a long, winding corridor, passing a bustling, fragrant
"What did you say?" Alpha Maceo of the Falcon Crest pack thundered, his voice reverberating through the sterile confines of the Royal doctor's office. "Man, run the tests again! This… this cannot be true!"His face, normally a picture of composure and quiet strength, was now flushed crimson, a mask of disbelief and rising fury. He glared at Doctor Andrew, who sat calmly across the polished mahogany desk, his expression carefully neutral. Andrew held out the thin sheets of paper with the results.He read the conclusions aloud, his voice steady, each word a hammer blow to Maceo's bewildered mind, shattering the carefully constructed facade of his reality."Alpha, these are simple English words, and I assure you, I read them correctly," Doctor Andrew sighed, his eyes reflecting a quiet understanding of the turmoil raging within the older man. "And I assure you, I have run these tests five times. I could hardly believe it myself. But your wolf knows the truth. During the collaboration to
Nervously Sybille stepped into her new mate's apartment.Even though they had spent hours together in the vehicle returning to the pack, he had barely spoken to her. Kenrick had worked on his iPad the entire trip. He checked news channels reporting on events in the Kingdom and Woodland. He was meticulous, his brow furrowed in concentration.His phone also constantly buzzed and vibrated.His colleagues worldwide wanted his personal account of the events surrounding Alpha Abel and the Royals. He answered them with clipped, precise words, his voice a low rumble.Although he always treated her respectfully, she could clearly feel his underlying power.Kenrick was definitely Alpha material. His dominance and confidence radiated from him. The intense look in his eyes demanded obedience. His strong grip on her hand, when he did touch her, revealed his inner strength.Sybille knew she should not underestimate him.She had not interacted much with him before. Her attention was constantly focus
In Woodland, a convoy of vehicles, somber and silent, rolled to a halt before the imposing, massive gates.Three vehicles peeled away from the main group, one of them a hearse carrying the body of the fallen Alpha Abel. A lone warrior approached the lead vehicle, where Kenrick sat in the back with Sybille.As the guard drew closer, he inhaled deeply, his senses sharp, and his eyes widened in shock."Alpha Kenrick," he stammered, disbelief thick in his voice. "We received no word of your arrival. We knew Alpha Abel was defeated since the pack link with him was severed, but the circumstances were shrouded in rumors."The warrior sprinted back towards the gates and pressed a button.The heavy gates began to slide open, granting the cars access to the pack lands. He sent an alert through the mind link, informing the pack of Kenrick's sudden arrival.A flurry of activity erupted within the packhouse.There was no time for formal celebrations or to prepare a grand welcome. Everyone rushed t
“Clyde,” Joanna murmured weak as she slowly opened her eyes, her gaze meeting his.The Crown Prince, his face carved in relief and overflowing with joy, kissed her all over her face as his heart is overflowing with gratitude. The past few minutes had been a terrifying ordeal for the entire family, a roller coaster of emotions that had left them breathless.“Yes, I’m here with you,” Clyde beamed emotionally. “You scared the hell out of me, my love. What would become of me without you by my side? If you ever decide to leave, don’t forget to take me with you, this life is nothing without you.”Joanna smiled, her eyes filled with a deep, unwavering love.With difficulty, she lifted her hand to stroke his face, her touch feather-light, her eyes shining with an affection that transcended words.“Will you mark me now? Make me your legal wife and my werewolf mate?”The Crown Prince laughed, a sound of pure, unadulterated relief, and pulled her tightly against him, his tears glistening in the
Crown Prince Clyde stood at the head of the large Council Board table, his posture rigid as the hall began to fill with spectators, their eyes eager and whispers buzzing with anticipation.Everyone was curious about the recent, chaotic events, and it was crucial to provide clear explanations, to dispel the confusion that hung heavily in the air. Once everyone had taken their seats and the Royals stood at some distance in front of him, Clyde addressed the attendees, his voice resonating with a solemn gravity.“As you all know, my wife, Joanna, was the fated mate of Alpha Abel,” he stated the obvious. “With his death, the bond was broken, not only with the marked mate but also with my wife. But Joanna is human, and she carries my twin pups, which adds an immense burden to her already fragile state.”He paused, letting his words sink in, as he heard gasps of shock ripple through the room.Some whispered among themselves, their voices laced with accusation, blaming him for what had happen
"Jace, I can’t bear to lose her," the Crown Prince softly growled with anguish, as he leaned heavily against the cold, sterile wall outside the ward where Joanna was being examined.His knuckles were white, his body trembling with suppressed terror."What could have caused all this? Was it the breaking of the bond with Alpha Abel?""I believe so. Sybille went through the same experience, but her Lycan helped her through it," the Secretary replied gravely. "Joanna is only half-transformed, and her wolf is still too weak. And the pups, man, this is dire."Fifteen agonizing minutes later, the doctor emerged from the examination room, his face a mask of grim concern, his shoulders slumped with a heavy weariness. Clyde and Jace rushed towards him, their hearts pounding with dread. The doctor's posture alone spoke volumes, painting a bleak picture."Doctor, my wife…" the Crown Prince stammered with fear. "Will she be okay? I beg you, do everything in your power to save her. Joanna must reco