Duchess Rowena Novels & Stories

I say to him the words coming out in a whisper He scoffed as if it was his way of telling me to shut it. He slid his hands around my waist and then moved closer to my ears “it’s Dylan,princess Rowena”he said gently into my ears increasing his pace.

He turned around when he heard me and looked at me in the specific way he had that was not quite a look and not quite something more and that I had stopped pretending did not affect me. "You look beautiful," he said. Flat and factual. Like he was reading it off a document. Which from Beckett Rowe was more affecting than any amount of poetic description from anyone else. "Thank you," I said. We went downstairs. The restaurant was quiet and good. We were halfway through dinner when I saw her. Vanessa. At a table across the room. With two other women I did not recognize. She had not seen us yet. Or she was performing not having seen us which with Vanessa amounted to the same thing.

I never told her because it was too cute for her to stop. “There,” Rowena finally said, tying it off. “I know it’s not perfect, but hopefully that’ll help for now. Now get back out there and win, dammit.” “Yes, Your Highness,” I replied with a mock bow, my arms stretched out to my sides. Rowena rolled her eyes and swatted at me. With that, the bell clanged again for the next round, and I marched back out to meet Darius. This time, I forced myself to keep my guard higher and tighter to protect my body.

There was no room for weakness. It was mere seconds after the Keeper stepped out of the room, Daphne whispered, “Do you think he’ll notice us when he comes back?” “If he does, it won’t be for long,” Kaela replied with a rueful smile. “He’s only got eyes for one.” “The Mistress Of Shadows,” Rowena murmured beneath her breath, as if speaking her name would summon her. As they talked, Lyra learned this mistress was his second-in-command and practically his Luna. But they weren’t mated and rumor was she wasn’t a wolf but a witch…

“Two of London’s most intriguing women standing together. I do wonder, should I be taking notes or choosing sides?” Victoria arched a brow. “That depends, Miss Sinclair. Do you prefer loyalty or survival?” Genevieve smirked. “A clever question, Duchess. But I find that in our world, they are rarely the same thing.” The tension between the three women was palpable, a silent battle of wits and dominance. But before Victoria could fully grasp her opponents, another presence shifted the air around them. A woman entered the ballroom, commanding attention effortlessly. Countess Isabella Devereux.

They reluctantly answered it. "Brothers!!!" Rowena's high-pitched greeting sounded the whole cabin. Kaz who was silently reading suddenly looked at them. Nuru just opened one eye and went back to sleep. Rowena is the youngest child of Khalid and the Omega of the pack. The bane of the Beta and the Alpha. She is also the historian of the clan. "Wena, do you have to call both of us? We are together," Rooka said. "I missed you!" "We were just gone for about three days…" Wayne dryly said.

"What's your name again?" She didn't answer my question and she glanced at Luna Karen instead, who responded to her with a glare. "The Lycan Queen is asking you. Be grateful and answer her question!" Luna Karen hissed at her before she turned to me again. "I apologize on her behalf. She can be like that sometimes." "P-Pardon." The woman butted in while lowering her head. "I am Giselle." "And I don't see any reason for her to be here." Duke said, his voice is really emotionless and merciless.

Odhan asked in confusion. "No, we found something which we never imagined we will find here" Lucifer muttered. "What is it?" Odhan inquired softly. "The queen you just said that I love so much to risk an attack from the dark creatures, and the woman in that Portrait, Theodora, are the same" Darius explained clearly to Odhan. His tone is cold and it sent shivers down the spine of Odhan. "Why the hell are you after everyone I love and hold dear to me" Max snapped at Odhan.

One of Brittany’s friend reasoned out. “But I’m not my mother.” Catherine shot back and Brittany and her friends started persuading Catherine to dance with them or have a demonstration at their ballet class. But as Catherine was about to reject, Chester appeared out of nowhere. “Hey guys.” Chester said with a cunning smile. “Uhm for correction; We’re not guys, we’re girls.” Brittany shot back and Chester’s brows were almost knit together as if he was confused. “Sorry, I thought you and your friends were guys.” Catherine and Lyra don’t get on where Chester got that statement from as Brittany and her friends doesn’t look like guys, especially, that their figure is in an almost perfect shape.

"Wake up, former King. I want to see the wolf who thought he could defy the Council." I finally looked up. She was young, maybe mid-twenties, with sharp features and cold amber eyes. Council military uniform, multiple rank insignias. A rising star, probably. Commander Sera. I'd heard whispers about her. Valen's new protégé. Ruthless. Ambitious. Everything the Council valued. "There he is," she said with satisfaction. "The legendary Damon Blackthorn. Tell me—do you regret it? Protecting the Shadow Wolf? Refusing to surrender her?"