"""Mate!"" He heard his wolf growl. 

Lancelot's eyes dropped to the place she shook his palm. 

'You have got to be kidding me.' 
She had lost everything in just one day her job she tried so hard to find, her fiance she dated half of her life, and what remained of a relationship with her twin sister. The one thing she could not afford to lose was what was left of her dignity — certainly not at a wedding that should have been hers. And that was why she needed him, the handsome stranger across the road. 

What Roxanne Harvey didn't know was that this stranger was here to stay. 

Lancelot Dankworth, Alpha Prince of the London Pride Pack couldn't believe his eyes. The crazy American woman yelling at his assistant caused his wolf to growl possessively for the first time in 26 years. 

He never believe he would be capable of ever loving anyone else, but why can't he seem to keep his emotions in check whenever he was around the crazy American woman?

He loves being alone, he had always been, but why is suddenly being apart from her driving him nuts?

They should not be together. He is an alpha prince and she is a human woman. However, this fact does not stop him from falling head over heels in love with her."

The Alpha Prince Unexpected Mate

　　The princess held on to her. She placed her right hand under Roxanne's shoulders and raised her gently, until Roxanne was seated. The right side of her cheek was stained with grass and wet soil, while the other side of her cheek had Marilyn's handprint imprinted on it, still stinging from the painful slap.


　　Squatting beside her, Elizabeth helped her dust the dirt of her face, slowly and with sympathy.


　　"I hope you're alright? I really don't understand why she'll treat you like that."


　　Roxanne struggled to keep her tears at bay, they were fighting their way to her eyelids, but she wouldn't even let them gather there. Once she did, she wasn't sure she would be able to stop herself from crying. Maybe Elizabeth didn't understand, but Roxanne understood why Marilyn had hit her; it was hate. Did she understand why Marilyn hated her? Of course not! If she did, she wouldn't be seated on wet grass like a complete idiot. Even though that was what she currently felt like.


CHAPTER 73: Don't cry