Duchess Rowena Novels & Stories

"I built the whole thing for you. The enraged king, flying down to die noble on my deck. And she picked it apart like it was a bad contract." "She reads them for a living," I said. "You put a crown on that one, St. James." Crowe turned the rum glass slowly, watching the amber tilt. "She's smarter than her daddy and colder than you. She'll own this whole coast in ten years. You know that, right? You know what you've got." "I know exactly what I've got."

Rowan complimented and without waiting for a reaction, he turned to Mateo who immediately bowed understanding what he meant. He pushed his hand into the inner pocket of his brown jacket and walked towards Farrell bearing a seal in his hand. "I believe everyone recognizes this seal?" Rowan asked and Farrell looked at Mateo who smirked at him. Then with a dramatic yell, "Bow to the Duke of Kerstone!" He raised the golden seal in the sky and Farrell gulped. What was happening? Immediately, he bowed falling to his knees and his head touching the ground. The men behind Rowan fell to their knees immediately with Constance standing at their back with a gaped mouth.

When I’m not. These women probably ran the whole supernatural world. While the men were always roaring and yelling in each other’s face about who is who. I know women are the key players in that game of chess. If the queen is protected. Everything is going well and you can make great moves. And when shit goes south, the queen protects the king. I’m guessing this is where you get your warriors and foot soldiers for protection. “The one and only,” Daciana smirks proudly. “Wait, I have heard that he was with someone. The daughter of that small pack’s alpha.” She stares at me with widened eyes. “It makes sense now. I have never seen someone as pretty as her.”

His ears rang when he heard the great Baroness's impossible condition. "No. I will not do that!" Chris growled at the woman across him. She seems to grow horns right before his eyes. The violent reaction by Chris Duvier illicit fear in the older woman's heart. Did her calculation about Duvier wanting the castle have been wrong? She hid her doubts quickly before the young man could sense her fear. She needs to act fast before she loses him.

Head Maid Greta soon orders us to stand against the walls as I hear a chorus of feminine voices drift down the hall. The girls come in, one by one. Walking among them is a royal woman who appears to be too old to be in the tournament. She is my choice for Head Lady. The royal family follows them in, and as Kohl eventually goes beneath the door, I can feel the silence descend upon the room. Though the circles around his eyes appear darker than they were last night, he appears exactly the same. He approaches the three thrones arranged to the side with his parents and takes a seat in the middle. The females laugh and talk among themselves.

I had no idea she was even connected to this world outside the Moonbeam Pack. I tried to avoid her, but before I could turn away, she stepped into my path. “Well, well, well.” She sneered. “Look who’s playing dress up.” I clenched my fists at my sides, willing myself to stay calm. “I don’t know you,” I said, my voice steady. “Please excuse me.” Her lip curled into a cruel smile. “Oh, don’t pretend like you don’t remember me, Rowena. The rejected Luna. The murderer.”

A voice—cool as glacier wine—cut through the velvet noise. “Enjoying the illusion, dear?” We turned. Standing a few feet away in a dress that looked like it had been sewn from crushed emeralds and other people’s misery was Duchess Gloria Wintermellon. Yes, Wintermellon. No, I couldn’t say it with a straight face either, but this woman looked like she hadn’t smiled since the last solar eclipse. Sharp cheekbones. A fan made of peacock feathers. A smile dipped in venom. She didn’t even look at me when she said, “Lady MacMayer, I suggest you remove your hand from the Duke. It’s rather unbecoming to cling to a man who is already promised.”

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.

Just more proof this is another cruel trick by Rowena. Alpha Cole nods. Kash climbs to his feet. “Assuming I recognize that voice correctly as Queen Rowena Solberg, I’m happy to volunteer that I did fuck her, some twenty-odd years ago.” He chuckles. “And enough I definitely could’ve left something of myself behind.” Cocky son of a bitch. I’ll knock his teeth down his throat before I let him brag about that again. “Former queen,” Candace corrects smoothly. “She’s been deposed for crimes against the citizens of Dun’s Crossing and the world.”

Rowena Silverveil. The red haired girl from the Eastern Clan who had arrived in chains and ended up in the Inner Sanctuary and healed Celdric with her bare hands and stood in the main courtyard as if the ground under her feet had always been hers by right. The girl Celdric talked about with the careful neutrality of someone who had decided to be careful and was not doing a very good job of it. The girl Thane watched across rooms with an expression I had not seen on his face since our father was alive. The girl who had apparently saved this fortress while I was asleep.