Crowned By Secrets: Amaris And Osric Novels & Stories

Osric had been instructed to investigate the Northern princess. And the look on Osric's face just now wasn't the look of a man still working a puzzle. It was the look of a man who had almost finished one. Three days, Caelan thought, climbing the stairs behind the tour group, smiling at something one of the northern noblewomen said, filing Osric's face in the part of his mind reserved for immediate threats. Three days until the wedding. And whatever Osric knew, he was running out of time to know it quietly.

When the crown was placed, when the vows were spoken, the roar that followed shook the very bones of the city. A new Beta pair was named alongside them—Rowan Ashford, steady and sharp-eyed, and Lyra Ashford, whose voice carried authority without cruelty. They bowed, pledged, and took their place without spectacle, content to serve rather than shine. And then the music began. The streets of Ancnix erupted into celebration—food, drink, laughter spilling out into every corner. Elora found herself swept along with her friends, pulled into dances she did not remember agreeing to, laughing harder than she had in months.

“Because when I woke up and you weren’t there, it felt like losing something I hadn’t even dared hope for.” Her throat clenched. Her eyes stung. She didn’t cry. Not yet. But maybe she believed him. And in that impossible breath of silence, Aria Hartfield, healer, background figure, barely more than a ghost in her own life, became something else. She became seen. She was chosen. Outside, the storm clouds gathered, thick, silver-edged, and patient. Neither of them noticed. Not yet. But the wind was already whispering. Of secrets. Of war.

She had at least convinced Sarah to let out the bodice slightly, sparing her the discomfort of restricted breathing. “And this,” Sebastian was saying, “is a rare variety of rose brought from the Orient. It blooms only once a year, but the fragrance is unmatched.” Amelia bent to smell the crimson blossom. “It’s lovely, Your Highness.” “Please, when we are in informal settings such as this, I would prefer Sebastian,” he said with a warm smile. Amelia blushed. “As you wish… Sebastian.” Isabelle averted her eyes from the intimate exchange, focusing instead on a nearby butterfly. Her role was clear—be present but invisible, a chaperone without authority, a friend without voice.

"Oh my god, girl! You look hot!" Aurora grinned bashfully, swirling left and right. The mini black dress she'd bought fit her like second skin, it was a sharp contrast to her pale skin but it looked perfect nonetheless. It was sleeveless with flowers embroidered at the hem of the gown, silver rhinestones decorated the rest of the bodice creating a sparkling glow.

"And, he's also got an ego too. The dude is awesome but I still prefer the other one and that's TRAP CAGE..." "They are not a band,' Naoki pointed out. "They are singers and a famous one like that." He corrected Arashi. "Yeah, precisely. They are famous singers and we are to compete with them, like our manager said, to stand out. How can we compete with three famous musicians? The first one in position is TRAP CAGE, HAWK and the last and the third one is BOND STREET where there is also a handsome guy there and there are also still other competitors." Akira started and sounded defeated as he groaned. "What are we going to do now?"

It was a trap set for a man who had broken every law of the wild to keep his greatest treasure a mystery. "I am the one obsessed with a secret mate," Angus growled, his eyes flashing with the full power of the Lycan King. "And may help them when they realize the secret is finally out." I reached for my sword, the steel singing as it left the scabbard. The secret was gone. The war seemed to have begun. The sound of the blade leaving the sheath was the only warning the world would get. Outside, the pack kingdom bell had fallen silent, but the air felt like it was screaming.

On the way back, Brawen secretly followed Amaris all the way to the pureblood dormitory, there was something extremely important she wanted to tell Amaris. In the cold ice-colored room, Amaris sat on an armchair, even though he couldn't see it, he knew who was clinging behind him: There's no one here, I'm gone – Amaris knows enough that it must be important for Brawen to secretly follow Amaris all the way to the pureblood dormitory. From the dark corner, Brawen slowly stepped out, her eyes sparkling with joy just now were extremely serious: Amaris! You won't care about power, will always do the right thing, right?

Isaac, on the other hand, wondered just what kind of woman could leave such an impression on both war brothers—and, it seemed, the king himself. Meanwhile, Amaris came running through the corridors, her heart racing with excitement as she searched for Rosalind. Her skirts billowed behind her, and a wide grin spread across her face as she finally spotted her friend tending to the maze garden, meticulously trimming the hedges. Amaris could hardly contain herself as she called out to her, her voice high-pitched with excitement. "Rosalind! I found hiiiim!" Rosalind, startled by the sudden outburst, turned and raised an eyebrow, but couldn't help but smile at Amaris' infectious enthusiasm. "Found

He buried his face into my neck, grazing the bridge of his nose there, nuzzling with a low purr rumbling in his chest. I expected him to whisper more romantic lines, but he was silent except for those tender noises. But I didn’t mind. The silence was companionable; it spoke volumes. His touches were a whole library. “Are you ready?” he whispered. “More than ready.” And it was the truth. But before he could sink his teeth into my neck, running footsteps pounded toward us from the cottage. “The blood moon!” It was Amaris, stumbling outside to stare at the red moon in horror. “An omen. A turning point—a signal of war.”