Todos os capítulos de Too Curvy For The Crown: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

AlaricThe doors did not open, they broke, and I was through them before the wood finished falling."What the hell is this nonsense?!"My voice came out wrong, too loud for the room, but I didn't care. The guard closest to her still had his fist raised and I took him down before he could think about lowering it. He hit the floor and did not get back up.Then I saw her side.Blood, dark against her dress, her hand pressed to it, and my wolf, quiet for five years, woke up screaming. I have felt anger before. I have felt the pull of the crown and the weight of the council and the slow grinding rage of watching my kingdom rot from the inside, but I had never felt anything like this. My wolf did not want to talk. My wolf wanted blood on the floor that wasn't hers.Vivienne was still shouting something about disrespect, about a commoner refusing to grovel, and I barely heard her until she screeched out a name to save herself."That's Freya Callahan! The omega you rejected five years ago, th

Freya Ronan steps past me to face the two royal guards standing at our door. His shoulders block half the hallway."You can go back and tell your King that my fiancée has someone to care for her," he says. "She does not need his gifts or his physicians."The guards exchange a look. One of them holds the sealed note out like it weighs nothing."Wait," I say, and both men turn to me instead. "I'll handle this myself, Ronan."He steps aside, jaw set, but he doesn't argue in front of them. I take the medical kit from the first guard and hand it right back."Return this to the King," I say. "And this too." I take the note without opening it and place it on top of the box. "Tell him I don't need anything from him."The guard hesitates. "My lady, the King was insistent that…""I heard you the first time." My voice comes out steadier than I feel. "I don't want it."They bow, stiff and formal, and leave. I shut the door and lean against it for a second longer than I need to.Ronan is already

Freya I storm out of the leasing office with Tessa half jogging to keep up behind me."Freya, wait." She catches my arm at the car. "What do you want me to do about the other two buildings on the list?""Call them anyway. See if the same rule applies everywhere or if it's just this one street." I yank the driver's door open. "I have somewhere to be.""Where?""I'm going to see the devil himself."Tessa's eyebrows go up but she doesn't ask again. I drop her off two blocks from the office, tell her I'll call once I know something, and then I drive straight across town toward the tallest building in the district, the one with the royal crest carved into the glass above the entrance.The lobby is all marble and gold trim, the kind of place built to remind you exactly how small you are. I walk up to the front desk with my chin up and my voice steady."I need to see Alaric Thorne."The woman behind the desk barely looks up from her screen. "Do you have an appointment?""No, but he'll want

Freya Harper came rushing down the front steps, eyes going wide when she saw the blonde scrambling up off the ground, screeching and clutching at her ruined skirt."Who is she?" Harper asked, stepping up beside me, arms crossed, eyes narrowed at the stranger like she was sizing up an intruder. "And why is she screaming outside our building like a banshee at three in the afternoon?""You people," Isabella spat, brushing dust off her designer skirt with shaking, manicured hands, "are dirty commoners who have no idea who my family is. This bag alone costs more than your entire lives put together, I'll have you know."Harper actually laughed. A real, loud laugh that echoed off the building. "Oh my god. Did she really just say that with a straight face. Sweetheart, if you're such a designer baddie, why on earth are you moving into a complex full of, and I quote, dirty commoners, instead of asking daddy to buy you your own building?""I don't rely on my dad!" Isabella shrieked, stomping he

Alaric I was at the mall for business, nothing more. One of my holding companies had just signed a new investor into the restaurant chain on the top floor, and the man wanted to meet somewhere casual instead of my office, said it would feel more personal. I agreed because it was easier than arguing, and I was standing near the entrance of the restaurant waiting for Vane to catch up with me after he parked, when something small and fast crashed straight into my legs.I looked down and my whole chest went tight.A boy stood there, blinking up at me, orange and black paint streaked across his little face like some kind of tiger, and my wolf rose so fast inside me it nearly knocked the air out of my lungs. My eyes moved past him for a second and found her standing a few feet away, and my whole body went still. Freya. I had heard whispers here and there that she had a son, but I had never actually seen him, not once, not clearly, not until this exact moment, and now here he was, standing