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A Royal Conspiracy #7: Emma
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2025-11-25 20:00:00I stretched in the honeymoon cottage's kitchen, sunlight streaming through the open windows along with the salt-sweet scent of the sea. Five days into our getaway, and I still couldn't believe we'd managed to escape the palace, the ministers, the endless obligations that came with being queen. Here, with just Theo and the endless horizon, I felt myself unwinding like a tightly coiled spring finally released. My wolf, Artemis, lounged contentedly in my mind, satisfied with our daily runs along the empty beach and the quiet nights spent with our mate. This was freedom – something I hadn't fully appreciated until it had been temporarily granted to us.
"What are you smiling about?" Theo's voice came from behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist as he pressed his lips to the sensitive spot just below my ear. "Just thinking about how quiet it is," I replied, leaning back against his chest. "No phones ringing with diplomatic emergencies. No ministers hover
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There was no warning – no click, no hesitation, just sudden, violent noise and pressure and heat. The force threw me backward, a wave of superheated air lifting me off my feet before gravity reclaimed me with brutal efficiency. My back hit something solid – the ground, I realised distantly – driving the air from my lungs in a painful rush. For a moment, the world was nothing but noise and confusion. My ears rang with a high-pitched whine that drowned out everything else. Smoke filled my lungs, acrid and burning. I tried to blink, to clear my vision, but everything was a blur of too-bright light and dark shadows. "Emma!" Theo's voice reached me as if from underwater, distorted and distant. I tried to respond, but my lungs refused to cooperate, still spasming from the impact. Inside my mind, Artemis howled in fear and confusion, her panic feeding into my own, making it harder to focus. Something grabbed my arm – Theo's hand,
Claimed By The Lycan King A Royal Conspiracy #7: Emma
I stretched in the honeymoon cottage's kitchen, sunlight streaming through the open windows along with the salt-sweet scent of the sea. Five days into our getaway, and I still couldn't believe we'd managed to escape the palace, the ministers, the endless obligations that came with being queen. Here, with just Theo and the endless horizon, I felt myself unwinding like a tightly coiled spring finally released. My wolf, Artemis, lounged contentedly in my mind, satisfied with our daily runs along the empty beach and the quiet nights spent with our mate. This was freedom – something I hadn't fully appreciated until it had been temporarily granted to us. "What are you smiling about?" Theo's voice came from behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist as he pressed his lips to the sensitive spot just below my ear. "Just thinking about how quiet it is," I replied, leaning back against his chest. "No phones ringing with diplomatic emergencies. No ministers hover
Claimed By The Lycan King A Royal Conspiracy #6: Lola
The accusation hung in the air, ugly and deliberate. Sierra snarled, pushing against my control, demanding to be let out to defend our mate bond. I forced myself to breathe, to stay calm."Our mating had nothing to do with politics," I said, proud of how steady my voice remained. "Christian and I are true mates. Sierra recognised Leon immediately."My mother made a small, dismissive sound. "Lycans can be influenced, Lola. Especially ones that have been... indulged as yours has been. Your father and I have always said you give Sierra too much freedom, too much voice.""And there it is," I murmured, setting down my own teacup with a gentle click that somehow felt louder than if I'd slammed it. "The real issue. You've never respected my bond with Sierra, never understood that she's not just some inconvenient animal instinct to be controlled and hidden away.""She's a part of you, yes," my father conceded, his tone patronising. "But the human mind mus
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I smoothed the fabric of my dress for the hundredth time, my fingers catching on a loose thread that wasn't actually there. My stomach twisted with a familiar anxiety—the same knot that had formed whenever I'd disappointed my parents throughout my forty-five years of existence. But this time was different. This time, the disappointment came with newspaper headlines, public statements, and a mate mark on my neck that felt both like a declaration of independence and a target. I glanced at Christian, his steady presence beside me on the settee a reminder of why this confrontation was necessary—and why, despite the churning in my gut, I wouldn't change a thing."You're going to wear a hole in that dress," Christian murmured, his hand covering mine to still the nervous movement. "It's quite lovely as it is."The dress was indeed lovely—a deep emerald green that complemented my amber eyes, cut to flatter without being ostentatious. I'd chosen it carefully, wanting to loo
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The headline was accompanied by a grainy photo of Lola and me walking in the palace gardens, her mate mark clearly visible despite the distance. The article detailed our "whirlwind romance" with dramatic flair, highlighting Lola's connection to Lord Humphreys and speculating about the political implications of the union. Anonymous sources claimed the mating was "a strategic move to neutralize opposition" and "a calculated political alliance disguised as fate."Cold fury washed through me as I scrolled through the article. Leon growled, his anger bleeding into my consciousness with enough force to make my hands shake. ‘Protect mate,’ he snarled. ‘Find who hurt mate.’I was already moving, phone clutched in my hand as I strode through the palace corridors toward our quarters. Staff scattered at my approach, wise enough to recognize the danger in my expression. The mate bond thrummed with alarm—not my own, but Lola's. She had seen the news too.I found her in
Claimed By The Lycan King A Royal Conspiracy #3: Christian
The tedium of governance settled over me like a familiar coat—uncomfortable but well-worn. For two days, I'd occupied my brother's chair in the Council Chamber, nodding at the appropriate intervals while Minister Chen droned on about timber tariffs and agricultural subsidies. My notes filled page after page with meticulously organized bullet points that I knew Theo would never read. The ministers seemed almost disappointed by the lack of crisis during my temporary stewardship, their prepared arguments and carefully rehearsed concerns met with calm efficiency that left them blinking in confusion. But the monotony of state business was rendered bearable by what waited for me beyond the heavy oak doors: Lola, exploring the palace gardens or curled up with a book in my quarters, her scent lingering on my skin even as I sat through the dullest of diplomatic briefings."Your Grace, about the Northern Territory allocation..." Minister Reeves adjusted his spectacles, peering at me
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