Contracted To The Uncrowned King Novels & Stories

She knew that her newly found status was tied to roping her in family. John ignored her and walked out. Beth, Oden, Martin and Anne-Marie followed suit. The king’s guards had also reached the cottage by now. Their presence here showed the importance Crown prince placed on this order being carried out smoothly. “Congratulations on becoming free men.” One of the knights greeted John before turning to Old master Slegh and tilting his head prompting him to proceed. Cain handed the parchment containing the contract of servitude bondage to the knight. He placed the king’s seal proclaiming them to be free man on each of the five parchments before handing it over to John who received it with misty e

I could still remember the swarm of journalists that had rushed me when I got to the mansion and the questions they had thrown in my face. "The contract became null when you were declared to be dead. Also, it is my company and I can do what I please with it. Delia is my heir. I've chosen her to take over the company and she will get everything. You are either happy for your sister or you stay angry. Those are your options"

Rowan said, his voice steady despite the anger: “The crown cannot be taken—only given. She gave it willingly. But that makes the contract challengeable. I need a moment and a trace of her essence.” He glanced at me. I bit my palm sharply, drawing blood that mingled gold and violet. Rowan captured it mid-air. The birds flared with light. Rowan declared: “It’s done. The contract is undone. The crown knows its true bearer.” Kayo smiled fiercely, full of loyalty and fire. Kayo:

“Don’t hurt her! This is a rescue!” Another one of them crouches down to me while still another checks over his shoulder toward town. “Are you hurt?” the one crouched in front of me asks. “Uh, yeah,” I bite out. “Your friend just punched me.” “Sorry about that,” he says, and I’m confused by his kindness when I thought I was a target. “But I mean did the king hurt you? Did he force you to be his shikra?” The situation I’m running from feels more complicated than that, but I’m not sure it can be explained quickly. “I was forced into the palace as a Lycan King Sacrifice, but technically I agreed to be his shikra.”

***** Somewhere across the city, in a room with a small window and no identifying features, a man sat in the shadows. He was older—weathered by years of war and loss. His presence filled the room even in silence, heavy and oppressive. He sat perfectly still, waiting. A door opened behind him. Footsteps. Someone entered, bowing slightly. “Sir.” The man in shadow didn’t turn. “Speak.” “The scout was spotted near the Blackwood gala. Inside their territory.” A pause. “And?” “The heir was there, Alaric Blackwood. And his father.” “I know who they are. Tell me what I don’t know.”

"I am here by the King’s will, 'Your Grace.' Reports of your incompetence and the 'abduction' of Lady Elara have reached the capital. I am here to oversee the distribution of Northern resources and to ensure the Lady is returned to her rightful guardians." He looked past Kaelen, his gaze locking onto mine with a predatory intensity. "The marriage contract is void, Elara. A ward of the Crown cannot marry a man under investigation for treason." The red mark behind my ear began to burn, not with pain, but with a rhythmic, pulsing heat. “Ting.” “Task Eight: The Serpent has brought a ‘Royal Nullification.’ If he reads the decree in front of the witnesses, the contract is broken. To win, you must

The letters were uneven, rushed, and old, but they struck me with the force of my mother’s voice. My little wolf, if you find this crown, then every lie has failed to keep you small. My vision blurred. Conri stepped closer but said nothing. Bardolph’s pain flickered through the bond, but he held himself silent. I kept reading. This crown is not proof that you must rule. It is proof that you were born free before men wrote contracts over your name. My breath shook. The crown warmed in my hands, and the hidden power beneath the red stones seemed to listen.

Zach lowering back into his chair, Isabella's eyes flicking between Seraphina and me, calculating something I had no interest in. "There won't be a wedding," I announced and the room went still. The woman and daughter gasped. Seraphina didn't move. "Mr. De Luca, surely—” Zach started but I cut him off. "This is a contract," I said. "Not a celebration. She signs the documents and that's all that's required." I looked at Seraphina again, briefly, and watched her absorb the words without reaction — though I noted the slight release in her shoulders.

Then I went to cheer practice because the alternative was standing in a university hallway processing things I could not yet fully process and that was not something I was willing to do in public. The terms arrived while I was stretching. I read them on my phone in the corner of the gym, tucked from Coach Dina's sightline, and they were exactly as cold and transactional as I expected. Six months minimum with an extension clause that no lawyer would advise me to sign. A ring from the Cross family vault. Homecoming King and Queen campaign with no defined scope. An exclusivity clause so vague it created liability in three different directions. A schedule of public appearances managed entirely b

“The position of a luna is no joke, you are an orphan with no roots or heritage, and there is no way that the pack will let you become the luna, am sorry but I would have to reject the mate bond” His words crashed right to my soul, and as I stood with all my pains visible for everyone to see, my entire world came crashing before my feet.