Semua Bab My Royal Mate: Bab 1 - Bab 10

MORGAN'S POV:“Ladies and gentlemen, this is Captain Wilson speaking. Welcome aboard Flight T629, with service to Eastern International Airport. The local time is 7:45 a.m., and the temperature outside is a bit chilly, but beautiful. It looks like fall has finally arrived in the Eastern Kingdom.“As you can see, I’ve turned on the seat belt sign. Please remain seated for the remainder of the flight unless there is an emergency. We’ll be landing in approximately twenty-two minutes at Gate Five, located in the north wing of the airport."“On behalf of my entire crew, I’d like to thank you for flying with us today. It has been a pleasure having you aboard, and we hope you enjoyed your flight.“Welcome to the Eastern Kingdom.”Home.One fucking word, and my heart nearly exploded inside my chest.I leaned toward the tiny window and stared through the clouds, searching for the first glimpse of the land I hadn't seen in almost four years.Four years.It felt like a damn lifetime.My ass was

Alexander's POV:My palms were sweating like fucking crazy.So was my forehead.And judging by the way my heart was hammering against my ribs, there was a decent chance the damn thing would burst straight out of my chest before Morgan even walked through those doors.I hadn't slept for shit last night.Every time I closed my eyes, another wave of excitement shot through my body.My sister was coming home.My princess was finally fucking coming home.One thousand three hundred and thirty-three days. That's how long she'd been gone.Not that I was counting.Okay.Who the hell was I kidding?Of course I was fucking counting.I'd called her last week and offered to fly to India to help her pack, but she'd immediately shut that idea down. I was in the middle of an intensive training camp, and Morgan knew how important it was.That was my sister.Always thinking about everyone else before herself.I'd argued with her anyway.She'd threatened to block my number.I told her I'd get on the dam

Morgan’s POV: "Dimples!"I barely had time to turn toward the voice before Allison launched herself at me."Oh, shit!"Her arms wrapped around my neck with enough force to send me stumbling backward.Ryan caught me around the waist before my ass could hit the floor. "Easy, woman," he complained. "She just got home. Could you wait at least twenty-four hours before breaking one of her legs?"Allison ignored him completely.She squeezed me harder.Goddess, I'd missed this crazy woman.I laughed and hugged her back."Are you trying to kill me?""I'm trying to make up for almost four years of missing you.""By crushing my fucking ribs?""Exactly."I laughed again.Some things hadn't changed at all.Allison finally released me, only to grab both sides of my face and inspect me."Look at you!""What?""You're gorgeous.""I was gorgeous when I left."She rolled her eyes."And still humble, apparently.""Always."Usher stood behind her, shaking his head.Our Alpha.My brother's best friend.A

Morgan’s POV: My feet were literally on fucking fire.Not figuratively.Not dramatically.They were burning.I felt like I'd run a marathon in high heels while carrying another person on my back.I kicked my shoes off the second I walked into my bedroom and watched them fly across the floor."Fuck you."One landed underneath my dresser.Good.It could stay there and think about what it had done to my feet.I collapsed backward onto my bed.I knew going to the mall with Allison would leave me even more exhausted than I already was. Had she forgotten I'd gotten practically zero sleep in the last twenty-four hours?No.Of course she hadn't.She simply didn't give a shit.Shopping did something unnatural to that woman.The longer we stayed at the mall, the more energetic she became. Meanwhile, I was deteriorating by the fucking minute.And Allison hadn't simply bought a gown for tomorrow's Wolf-Ball.Oh, no.Apparently, Luna Allison had decided the Eastern Kingdom was suffering from a se

Morgan’s POV: I wasn't exaggerating when I said Allison liked playing fashionista with me.Angeline had changed my hairstyle three fucking times.Three.My neck hurt from repositioning my head over and over, my back was as stiff as a broomstick, and somehow, we were only halfway done.The worst part?Allison was more concerned about my appearance than her own."Maybe pull this section back."Angeline paused."No. Wait." Allison tilted her head, studying me like I was a mannequin in a store window. "Leave those pieces around her face."I stared at her through the mirror."Are you done?""No.""Of course you're not."She ignored me.I loved looking pretty as much as the next girl. I was girly in my own way.But Allison?She operated on an entirely different level.Model level.Fashion-week level.The kind of woman who probably coordinated her underwear with her fucking earrings.I glanced at the clock.Four-thirty."Allison.""I know.""No, you don't. It's four-thirty."Her eyes widene