Fourth Prince 소설 & 이야기

It's the alarm in little man’s voice that has me spinning, laying my eyes on the rumored ‘Mad Prince. Alpha Zayne. He has both arms around two stunning omegas. He's shirtless, with tattooed torso on display. His stomach is hard with abs, his chest is broad—good heavens, his body is a work of art, perfectly sculptured, and his face…? Goddess. The tabloids did not do justice to it. Dark, shoulder-length hair frames his chiseled jaw, perfect lips and eyes as grey as gun metal. My stomach flips as those stormy eyes lock with mine.

I spring up from the table knocking it over and causing other men to turn their heads to watch the scene ,in a split second I pull back my arm clenching my fist, I throw it forward with force that knocked on the man I played with backwards when it connected, the dull thud and gasp of breath confirmed that I winded him. The chattering of the crowd fades away when others leave the place I heard someone joining them to help but someone else stopped him informing that I'm the fifth prince. That conversation in the background took me off guard as many people in the states didn't know I was the fifth prince because I always maintained a low profile to stay out of trouble.

A faint, bitter smile flickered across Lance's face. He looked hollow, as if whatever life had been in him had been drained away. He stared at me and murmured, "I hurt you for so many lifetimes. I don't deserve your forgiveness." "Why was I so stupid?" he went on, voice breaking. "You loved me so plainly, and I— I chose that bitch Natasha." I stared at him, unable to hide my incredulity. "You mean you were reborn those three lifetimes too?" I asked.

"How can I face Father with our youngest brother who is no longer alive?" The voice of the first Prince trembled. We are now surrounded by Prince Ravi who is sitting while holding Prince Nesh who has passed away. Of the four, Prince Ravi was the most affected. He blames himself for the death of the youngest Prince. He said he could not save it and let it perish. Earlier the Prince had been crying incessantly and trying to talk to his brother's cold corpse. He could not accept that it had passed away.

We worked in silence after that, and the lamp held its circle, and four days felt suddenly very small against everything that was moving simultaneously, and across the table the Crown Alpha of a wolf dominion in a dark turtleneck read his briefing files with his expression giving nothing away and his eyes finding mine every time I looked up, like he couldn't help it, like he'd stopped trying to help it, like some decisions had already been made and the only thing left was the days between us and the truth he still owed me. ~~~

Not if she married into this family. I shifted my gaze to the front steps of the palace. There he was Prince George. He stood tall, cloaked in elegance, but I could see the tension in his shoulders, the tired glint in his eyes. He looked like a man trapped between two worlds, and I knew exactly why. He was not just standing at the altar of royalty. He was standing at the edge of a curse.

A murmur of uncertainty spread once more through the crowd. Selena took a step forward, her voice ringing with vindictive delight. "Exactly! Even if he isn’t banished to the lowest ranks, at the very least, he should be sent to the Fourth Tier!" "The Fourth Tier?" Leon’s face paled instantly. His breath caught, and his fingertips trembled ever so slightly. Beads of cold sweat formed on his brow and traced down his cheek like icy drops of rain. The Fourth Tier… He knew that place far too well. He had been there.

Curtis was surprised and asked if Kara was sure. "4th Prince? Who is that?" Curtis asked. Kara described the man. "He's holding a fan, wearing a white robe, and has an earring," said Kara. Alruna looked at Curtis and asked about the 4th Prince's status in the palace. "Impossible, that's the 4th Prince's advisor. They're like brothers to the 4th Prince," said Curtis. Many things came to Curtis's mind, the advisor could be a traitor or the 4th Prince was planning a rebellion.

He was in trouble and he feared he might not excape this! " Drag him here and tie him up!" The king ordered immediately he sighted the Fourth Prince who held the door handle and was even breaking it apart already without knowing. Two of the king's men bowed and walked toward the Prince. " We are to bring you!" One of them said coldly and without warning, he dragged the Fourth Prince to the ground , hit his stomach and punched his rib mercilessly. " Arkkkgh!" The fourth Prince screamed in immense pain as he felt like his ribs had just been broken.