Double Throne Chair Rental Novels & Stories

If we ever found ourselves on opposing sides of a conflict, he wouldn't think twice about crushing me. The four kings and their heirs occupy the rest of the chairs: Pakstan of the North with Pharaoah, Theo of the South with Thorn, River of the East, and me, and lastly, Nathan of the fuckin' West with his second son, Elliot. The latter gives me a scowl, and I return it without blinking. He is a little younger than father in age, but he is still tall, and his grey eyes are exceedingly penetrating. Without sure, he is the one who proposed Bella be wed to one of his kids, who are more repulsive than he is.

My Alpha Female, my mate, had been gone a week surveying her territory. The moment she got back, I rejected our bond. "Just because I forgot your little trinket?" She laughed, blue eyes careless as ever. "Yes." I stared at her, face a mask. Seven days ago, Rowan, Alpha Female of the Silvermoon Ridge Pack, took her core warriors to inspect a newly acquired mining territory. When she returned, she had gifts for everyone. Even the border patrol got aged liquor. She forgot the only thing that mattered. The pure Moonstone I needed to soothe my burning Alpha blood. I'd waited two months. Then her new Omega scribe, Finn, posted a selfie on the pack network—showing off a wolf-fang necklace carved f

At the head of the raised marble dais were the three grand thrones: the great Obsidian Throne of the High King, the elegant white-gold throne of the Sun Queen, and the newly incorporated seat of starlight granite of the Prince. The great oak double doors swung open and the whole assembly of grand dukes, arch-mages and clan leaders fell to their knees in perfect, deep reverence. "All hail the High Sovereigns of Sun, Shadow and Starlight!" Marcus's booming voice echoed through the great hall and set off a wave of deep applause, respectful and reverent.

I kicked open the attic door and slammed it behind me, twisting the rusted lock until it clicked. Silence. For a second. Then a low moan began to rise from the floor beneath me. I didn’t look down. Instead, I turned on my phone flashlight and scanned the attic. Dust choked the air, thick enough to taste. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling like curtains. But there it was. The Throne. A faded red velvet chair, carved from black wood, shaped like a blooming rose with thorns for armrests. A chair fit for a queen—or a sacrifice.

Beta Lucas whispery calls, pulling me back into reality right before the council members and their fierce boring eyes. "Oh shit" I mumble, staring wiredly towards the slightly embarassed mom seated on a sliver throne beside a way larger empty golden coloured throne. The golden throne the largest and most respected amongst the trio coloured throne's. The golden throne signifies power and authority,it's a throne meant for the worthies,worthy alpha's alone are previledged to attain that throne and sadly late dad was worthy enough. Secondly,the silver throne,situated right handed besides the golden throne meant for Luna's alone,mom has that all wrapt beneath her possession.

Between each banner hung a torch, none but a few were lit and in turn illuminated the sculptures of the fiercest creatures of the kingdom below them. Mikain sauntered in, his eyes moving to the stained glass windows with symmetric designs, framed by veils colored the same cobalt as the banners. A towering throne of silver sat in front of a large window radiating light onto the throne and was adjoined by two almost identical seats for those closest to the royal highness. The throne was covered in layered illustrations and fixed on the wide backside is an ornate lantern. The dense pillows a dark cobalt. Once upon a time, everything in the hall had mesmerized him. The majestic design of the cha

“Annelise, as long as you kneel and bow to me three times right now, I’ll spare your worthless life and let you run off with this pretty boy.” I looked at the two of them putting on a show and sneered before slowly straightening my gloves. “Then let’s see who will kneel today.” After saying that, I walked straight toward the family gates and entered the meeting hall without giving them another look. In the highest conference room, the atmosphere was heavy. The don sat in the main seat, coughing violently, looking extremely ill. Several capos who had long been bribed by Angelina exchanged glances, their eyes filled with greed.

"Am I going to die anytime soon? For my son to visit me it must mean you have nothing doing," "Father, Peace of the goddess be with you," he knelt before his father. His father sat on his throne, which is a chair made of different metals ranging from Gold, Iridium, Osmium, Bronze and steel. It also has diamonds used in some places for adornment. His father's throne is nearly five feet tall. "Is there peace for me at this age?" He asked, looking at Audolf. Audolf remained silent. "See? Even my brother knows. Leowulf, you see these 43 seats here, they belong to the main Alphas and other Alphas wait for the information from these Alphas." The Ultimate Alpha said.

The thing is wide enough to sit two or three people. Since, a few other, more modern, ‘chairs’ were made for all the active Alphas of Blakemore. And whenever there are meeting going through the official channels, the thrones are put on display for their pompous ass to sit upon so that the reception can intimidate anyone stupid enough, to call a meeting through fucking official channels.

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