Her Alpha Prince

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Amelia couldn't believe what was happening internally with her wolf. The second their eyes connected, her wolf began whining.

He is our mate! I can sense it!

How is that possible? He is a prince, and I am a commoner. She argued, but how could she argue with her wolf? All her life she had been told her wolf would know when she was near her mate. Instantly, she felt devastated. There would be no way she could be with the crown prince. She was a pastry chef who made cookies for a living and came from a foster home with no parents. Not even the orphanage could tell her about her family. They had left her on the doorstep as a two-year-old. There was no note, only she dropped on the front step with a suitcase containing her clothing, name, birthday, and a stuffed wolf wearing a tiara.

"Have a seat," he told her. She sat in a plush chair in front of his desk. He leaned against his desk, crossing one leg over the other, his hands propping him up. She took him in. He was tall for a wolf shifter, at least a head and a half taller than her, five feet five inches. His hazel eyes were sharp and took in everything. His dark blond hair had a slight wave to it. He kept it long across the top and shaved around the sides. Daniel's shoulders filled out his gray dress shirt. It pulled taut over his chest and arms. Every time he moved, the fabric pulled and showed off his impressive muscles. He looked at the very picture of a prince, dressed in a gray button-up shirt, black slacks, and shiny black dress shoes. He wore a black vest with a light blue tie tucked inside, his jacket had been discarded on the back of his chair. Mentally, she thanked Kylie for forcing her to wear her dress. She would have felt ridiculous in her normal attire of jeans and a blouse.

"I don't want to appear rude, especially to the crown prince, but why did you call me here, Your Highness?" she asked, her hands clenched in her lap to hide her nervousness. He asked her to come to his office. The conversation couldn't be anything good if he wanted privacy.

"Do you remember how we met?" he asked. She nodded.

"Your family came to visit the orphanage and tried to help some of us older ones find foster homes. You played soccer with the boys and me."

"Do you remember anything else?" She tilted her head to the side and tried to think hard. Those years at the orphanage were twenty years ago. She remembered little, other than being unwanted by the woman who ran the place and the foster family they placed her with.

"I'm sorry I don't. I remember I was eight, and you were eleven. About a week after your visit, they placed me with a foster family until I turned eighteen." She wouldn't tell him how horrible her time with the family had been. The family had fostered her and two other girls, Kylie was one of them and Trish had been the other. She still kept in touch with Trish. She currently lived in the Aubrun Kingdom, run by the bear shifters. Trish was a bear shifter, but her family had lived in the West Woods Kingdom until terrorists killed them.

"I would like to spend some time with you," he explained. She stared at him as if he'd lost his mind.

"Why?" she asked before clapping a hand over her mouth.

"I am so sorry. I didn't mean to sound rude," she apologized and bowed her head.

"My sister is using your services for her gender reveal party. I would like you to hand deliver the cookies. Savannah is in a delicate condition and her husband is away on business. I want nothing to stress her out." His hazel eyes held hers, and she tried to keep her blush from spreading further across her body. She wanted him. Lightning raced down her spine, settling in her core. She knew she would have to change her underwear after this conversation.

"I can do that. When is the party?" she asked, taking a slow breath to hide her reaction from him.

"Two days," he told her, and she gaped at him.