Novel & Cerita Contracted To The Uncrowned King

Not banners. Law. One of them raised a hand. “Riley Hale,” he called. “By decree of—” “King Kael, yes, I know,” I said loudly. “You people really need to workshop your openings. They’re all very… samey.” His jaw tightened. “By decree of King Kael,” he repeated, slower, “you are hereby declared an Unbound Rogue and a destabilizing entity. You will submit to escort or be neutralized.” Lumi inhaled sharply.

he said carefully “They’d been dating for two years. He didn’t choose her, chose her stepsister instead” I closed my eyes yes briefly, so that was it. Rejection. Humiliation. And betrayal. No wonder she’d unraveled at the bar. “And the family?” I asked. Alex didn’t hesitate. “Unpleasant. Step mother controls most household decisions, father’s present but does nothing” The usual. “There’s something else” Alex hesitated, then continued “The council called before dawn” I leaned back against the desk “And?” “The succession didn’t take place” Alex continued “without you present, it was impossible to continue”

So worthless "I swear, I'll come back!" I shout as they drag me toward the exit. "You can't hide her forever! Our pack will…” "Your pack," King Alonso cuts in, his voice dripping with disdain, "Is weak! And perhaps needs a new ruler” The threat in his words is strong, and it sends a shiver down my spine. As the guards throw me out of the gates, I realize I've badly planned the whole thing. This wouldn't be so easy for me

As his blood mingled with mine, I felt a sudden jolt of energy, a connection between us. "My uncle said aloud, his voice filled with conviction. "I, King Callum of the Blue Lycan Kingdom, swear allegiance to you, Nora. May our bond be strong, and may our allegiance be sealed before the moon goddess." Wait, what? Uncle Callum was the King of this kingdom? As I gazed into his eyes, still reeling from the blood oath ritual and the sudden realization of my uncle's true identity, his expression suddenly transformed. His eyes gleamed with a burning intensity, and his aura changed drastically. I could feel a royal presence around him.

I asked them, and they began to laugh. "So it is a revenge thing for you?" he asked, and I chose not to answer. "She is mine, and I am not sharing or throwing her away. It isn't against the unity law for a king to have a Mistress. I have fulfilled all the obligations given to me except the slave trade, of which, as you can see I do not have stock of slaves, so it is time for the committee to decide if they will give me my crown. I need to know my fate," I said confidently.

I insisted with a voice full of command. “Your uncle Dom has finally decided to crown himself in an official ceremony as the rogue king, and my sister is going to be the rogue queen. You will need someone from inside because once they take over the crown, it is just them. You and your brother will suffer,” she spoke in whispers, sending chills down my spine. “Thank you for the information,” I closed my eyes and calmed my nerves. It was unfair how my uncle had taken over what should have been ours. My brother should have been the rogue king. But no! That crown had been stolen from him by our own blood.

Therefore, I maintained my composure until the beta opened the documents, handed me a pen, and instructed me in a more authoritative tone, "Sign this." I narrowed my eyes, feeling confused, and asked in a worried tone, "What is this?" And I removed it from his possession so that I could read it. But as he explained to me, "this is sort of a contract that says that if you didn't give the alpha king an heir within a year, then you'll be sent to the slaves' house. However, if you were to provide the alpha king with an heir within the year, you will not only receive one hundred million dollars, but you will also be crowned queen for all time."

Is… is the room shrinking? “Well, yes I guess I do... knights are supposed to be serving under a liege or a lady of an important House, right? But since you are the crown princess of this kingdom, I think it’s kind of a given that I should be swearing fealty to you in the future when you are going to become the Queen,” he elaborated. And it was laughable, really.

Desperate wailing. I didn't look back. Outside the dungeon, the midday sun was blinding. Alaric stood on the steps. Waiting. He opened his arms—and I fell into them. "It's over," he said. I buried my face in his chest and let the tears fall. The new king was crowned. Only one thing made the council's heads ache: The throne had no queen. Every noble house in the kingdom, hearing that Alaric's curse was broken, rushed to offer their daughters.

Without that confidence, their only bet was to accept defeat and be completely crippled. The crowd instinctively looked at Conrad, wanting to see what the castaway would do. Since he was under Henrik’s wing, he probably had insane support. “You, reign here?” Conrad squinted at his fighter for a moment. “You think too much, Young Master Colby. The moment I showed up, I’m the king here. As soon as I get my fighter, you and everyone here will have to kneel. Don’t believe me?” Colby chuckled coldly. “I’ll kneel when you die!”