Grasp Of The King Novels & Stories

And the color of his ebony eyes are strikingly similar to his edgy hairstyle. You're shaking, and he isn't even looking your way. You wonder if you'd melt like a witch splashed with water if he chooses to lock gazes with you right now. You hope he doesn't. You feel your arm getting tugged forward, finding yourself now standing in front of the man himself. It'd be best to probably not look up. Who knows what he might do to you if you dare look his way. For all, you know, he could hypnotize you right now to obeying his or this so called King's every command.

So this is who Theo took after with the temper. "What my Dear?" He nonchalantly stared at her,"This human is nothing special in comparison to a rock. She is useless to this kingdom." "Father!" Theo boomed with rage burning from his suddenly almost pitch black but gold ringed eyes," Enough! I will not allow you to ever insult my mate in my presence. Get out!" "Pardon me?" The man seethed as his chocolate brown orbs turned an almost pitch black colour like his son's, "I will not tolerate such disrespect, Pup. I am your father and former king!" He growled.

His head came back down on her flesh and his touch became tough and possessive. And then he was there, kissing, tasting, sucking as she tried to get away from him but she was trapped in his hold. King Klaus clawed at her neck in a desperate attempt to keep her in place as he pulled her closer to his body. Her pussy vibrated with need and her breasts ached, feeling heavy and full but she didn’t want to have sex with the king.

Their grips bruising. “Keep moving,” one snarled, shoving when her legs buckled. She twisted. “Get off me.” A hard yank on her wrist shut her up. Fingers like steel cuffs. “King wants you breathing,” the same gravel voice said. “How much of you stays that way? Up to you.” King. The word sat heavy in her skull. Everybody knew who that meant. No pack name. No fancy title. Just *the king*. The bastard who’d clawed his way out of the eastern wastes, smashing every alliance that dared stand in his path. Mercy was a joke to him. Weakness got you buried.

, King Aldrich spoke and I shook my head in disbelief. He put his hand up and motioned for some of his men to move forward and take hold of Edric. As they grabbed him by his arms and removed his sword from his clutches, they pushed him down to his knees and he held his stubborn expression, but you could see the bitterness of betrayal in his eyes and the way his jaw was clenching as he gritted his teeth together.

His grip tightened just enough to make me gasp, my pulse fluttering under his palm. “You will pay for this,” Kael murmured, his lips so close I could feel the heat of his breath. And I knew he meant it. But in that moment, with his hand at my throat and the taste of defiance still sweet on my tongue, I also knew something else. For the first time, the King was not the only one in control.

"when you get back, we will organise a competition." "I don't want she-wolves competing over me," I said, the whole idea left me feeling dirty. I hated the idea of being forced to take a random stranger as a mate over my goddess chosen mate. The goddess made mates perfect for us in every way, so why should I settle. The King saw it differently. Since learning his mate couldn't have children he'd grown hard and resentful. Why the King of all people should have an infertile mate was a secret the goddess held onto tightly.

Her brother was the crowned prince of her Kingdom and had taken ill recently. "He wrote a letter to you? That means he's getting better?" Lincoln asked gruffly. No matter how hard he tried, he could never stop his voice from having that grumpy sound. "Y... Yes, My King" Kaylan stuttered again. Lincoln sighed and moved his hands from her shoulders down to her waistline, then drew closer and kissed her neck. Kaylan was almost shivering. Oh! This is it! What she feared the most was happening to her. The King wanted pleasures from her body!

He stumbled, his strength waning as the cold spread through his veins. The illusions intensified, making it impossible for the king to discern reality. Lord Varnaak's eyes gleamed with triumph as King Radia fell to his knees, his vision blurring. A final, crushing blow sent the king crashing to the ground, his body lifeless. Lord Varnaak stood over him, his chest heaving slightly. "The strongest rules," he declared, his voice cold and detached. As the king's blood pooled around him, Lord Varnaak's gaze lingered on the lifeless body. He had waited for this moment, studied the king's weakness, and planned his move meticulously. The throne was now his, and he would stop at nothing to keep it.

The king's eyes met mine, reflecting a mixture of pride, gratitude, and renewed hope. He reached out, his weathered hands gently taking the box from me. The courtiers held their breath as the king lifted the lid, revealing the radiant royal ring. A collective awe washed over the throne room, a testament to the profound significance of the moment. "My beloved daughter," the king spoke, his voice resonating with pride and emotion, "you have not only reclaimed the crown but also retrieved the sacred ring that symbolizes our authority. Your strength and determination have shown that you are worthy of this honor."