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she scolded. “I am not a kid!” I pointed out not liking that she is scolding me even in my twenty fifth year. “Yes! Which means you need to be careful before doing anything. We are the Royals so need to act like them.” she mumbled frowning at me. “Your both grandparents were the Royals, Mom. We are just normal people.” I commented, staring at her. “Is it so? Then why do you always say ‘I am the Prince of Ivaan’ to everyone for doing some normal corporate businesses?” she questioned with a raised eyebrow.

For every wound they inflicted upon my family, I will carve their downfall into history. I, Regina Anderson, will rule this land. The Grand Duchy is mine to command, mine to protect. And by my hand, the Andersons will rise, greater, stronger, unchallenged. All those who underestimated me for being a woman will see what happens when a woman burns with fury. They have only ever known the rage of men. Loud, reckless, predictable. But I will not scream; I will not rant. My rage will be quiet and merciless. My eyes gleamed dark with purpose.

The road had widened into a proper highway, other vehicles pulling aside as our royal-crested SUVs approached. "Where are we?" I asked, my throat dry and painful. "Almost there," Dr. Thornwood said, offering me a water bottle. "That's the royal city in the distance." I looked where she indicated, and my breath caught. Rising from the valley ahead, illuminated by the setting sun, stood the legendary city I'd only heard about in stories. Stone walls surrounded buildings that climbed toward the sky, and at the center, perched on the highest point, the royal palace gleamed like a crown of stone and glass.

I let him take it. “For what it’s worth,” I said, voice low, “I never wanted the crown to burn.” “I know,” he replied. “You just wanted it to stop lying.” The council doors slammed open again. A messenger rushed in, breathless. “Your Highness,” he shouted. “The council chambers are surrounded. The public has the files.” My heart skipped. “And,” he added, voice shaking, “they’re demanding answers.” As the council erupted, alliances shattered, and the truth spilled beyond control, one question burned brighter than fearWhen the kingdom turns against its rulers, will truth be enough to save them… or will it demand blood first?

I guess it took its que from my life. We slowly approached the royal pack. Large trees covered our veiw of anything. Two large men stepped to each of our vehicles, checking inside. Once cleared, the SUV's continued onward. We trek up a winding path that seemed to stretch for miles. Nature rested on either side of the man-made road. I could smell water nearby but couldn't see it. I watched as large buildings came into view. People's homes, schools, and small shops lined our eyesight. I watched as the people of this pack stopped and looked at the cars that drove by, wondering who could be in them. It took almost another hour to enter into the space that the royal palace or packhouse stood. My

I exclaim. “Yes. Completely serious.” Rose pauses with a small sigh. “I have a birthmark,” Rose shows me the little crown on the side of her right wrist. “This mark is what is known in shifter prophecy as the mark of the Royal Mother. Centuries ago, there was a great shifter war and during it, the werewolf royal line was killed off. A few hundred years later, seers around the world foretold of a strong and powerful Alpha that would be mated to a human female who bears the royal mark. She would be known as the Womb of Royalty and together with her fated Alpha, birth the new royal line. Their children, the new royals, would bring light and peace to the shifter world.

I shaked my head,Mother loves me too much,she doesn't raise the way Royalties raise their kids,she has always been a caring and loving mother to me. I do have cousins that are afraid of their mother and father, they were raised to be heartless as A King is supposed to be emotionless. An emotionless King makes a great King as they said. "Alfred my lunch" I got back to my cushion,I smiled when I remembered about the dinner. "Guess we are meeting soon Courtney" I whispered to no one in particular.

I was just a woman who had survived the storm, standing in the quiet peace that love had built from the ruins of war. The end. Thank you very much for your love and support guys, this chapter concludes the novel His Royal Breeder. However I'll be publishing a few chapters that continues Ezekiel story in modern setting. Hope you love and enjoy it lovelies.

“That marked the start of the hunt. I don’t know who started it, though. My knowledge is limited to what you have witnessed. But if I am not mistaken, your pack leader knows about the hunt. That’s the reason why he did not react much about the violent incident as well as the discriminations Selene and her family felt throughout the years. She was destined to be chased out of her home. “The royal blood starts off as a dormant seed inside the host. It has no power yet, but it will slowly gain its real powers through the constant efforts to protect the host from deadly encounters. You see, the royal bloodline is finicky. It would only come out fully if it considers itself well-protected.

He marches towards me and picks me up, placing me back on the bed “I warned you, I will mark you if you keep disobeying me” Squeezing my lips together into a thin line and furrowing my brow, he raises an eyebrow at me, waiting for me to say something “I really am the last one of my kind” it was not what he was expecting me to say Daryl nods his head at me “You are” "What does this Royalty thing mean?" "It means that there were once some very powerful wolves, these wolves were known as Royals and truth be told, no one actually knew why." He stands up and walks to the door, carefully closing it. "The Royal blood line was a force in itself"