Hare Guilty Crown Novels & Stories

He didn’t know what to do with the information Charlie gave… although… he couldn’t blame them, not really. He unlocked and went straight into the Alpha’s cell. His head rolled to the side, obviously to get a look at who was interrupting him. “N’ah, e King.” Marc had to look closer, the Alpha’s words were almost incoherent. His jaw was slack and unmoving, bruises littered the side of his face. Marc sighed, this wasn’t helpful. “You will pledge loyalty to the crown, your pack under my rule.” “Bah!” “You will stay here as long as necessary. It seems my guards are quite happy to beat you.”

“Because before anyone points a finger at you, they have to go through me.” She opened her eyes at that, absorbing the weight of it. At noonewsĺe mid day news came up and I tuned in. They updated the news, released Carter’s full name and picture, a picture of the white house and the headline that made my jaw clench hard: “P.I. STABBED WHILE WORKING PRIVATE CASE. FOUL PLAY SUSPECTED.” I saw Aria move her hand to her stomach protectively and she didn't even look like she noticed she had.

Queen Gloria asked ” She is throwing up“ Francis spoke ” oh are you pregnant my dear? That would be such a great news “ Queen Gloria was excited ” don't jump into conclusions, she still needs to be checked “ King Dante spoke ” yes father is right, we can't just assume anything before getting the confirmation from the imperial doctor “ Francis spoke in order to look like he's agreeing with the King ” Go rest now, the imperial doctor is coming to check on you. Francis take your wife to the guest room “ The king ordered

] I stared at the screen, my smirk growing colder by the second. I showed up at the meet-up right on time, dressed down in a hoodie and jeans, my face free of makeup. Bennett's eyes sparkled when he saw me, and he beckoned, "Harriet, come sit here." He was flanked by a gaggle of girls gazing at him in awe. Among them was Sophia, the daughter of Cornwell, a notorious kingpin, another notch on his belt from a life I wanted to forget. I took a seat next to her. When Bennett ducked out for coffee, I leaned over to Sophia, "So, what's your take on Bennett?"

"No one dishonors a Holloway wedding." I unflinchingly met his stare and snapped back, "Then tell your heir to come back and finish it." Under shocked stares and gasps, I lifted my hands and unpinned the tiara given by Rafael's father. It was a family heirloom passed down to every Holloway bride who swore fidelity at the altar. "No!" He jumped to his feet, but it was too late. I smashed it to the ground, and diamonds scattered across the floor, stunning all guests present.

“I refuse… wait. The Crown Princess is bound to which House?” Owen’s confident expression shattered. Disbelief spread across his face. The entire hall fell silent. Curious gazes shifted back and forth between the two of us. Whispers quickly spread among the nobles. “What just happened? I thought the princess was choosing Owen. She’s been so attentive to him these past months.” “Did the High Cleric read the decree wrong?” I shook my head calmly. “He did not. The man I chose is Sebastian.”

You said you'd make me Alpha, Father! Alexander went rigid. Lucas' cry for his father cut through the last shred of Alexander's pretense in front of everyone. A wave of murmurs and jeers rose from the crowd. The expression of the head of the Council of Elders had turned utterly grim. "As for Sophia," he coldly continued. "She's guilty of orchestrating the pup switch, poisoning the Luna, and stealing funds and border defense maps. She is to be imprisoned in Blackstone Prison for life, with no possibility of pardon.

Another voice, deeper and commanding, cut through the morning air like a blade. My heart hammered against my ribs as I slowly lifted my gaze. Crown Prince Kael Ironfang stood before me, every inch the future king. His midnight-black hair caught the sunlight, and those piercing gray eyes seemed to see straight through my carefully constructed mask. The scar across his left temple only made him more terrifying. "So this is what the Crescent Moon Pack considers a worthy tribute." His voice held no warmth, only cold assessment. "She looks half-starved." "My Prince, she is untouched and trained in all the proper ways," the escort stammered. "She will serve your needs well."

The black velvet inside framed something bright pink. A plastic crown. Gabby’s pink glitter crown. For a moment, no one spoke. “MY CROWN!” Gabby screamed so loudly the tiny hammer in my head went back to working overtime. She reached for it with both hands. “Easy,” I said. Kendra picked up the crown first and inspected it. “Oh.” “What?” I asked. She turned it toward the light. The crown was clean. No chocolate smudges from Al’s hands. No dust from the grounds at Villa Miravento. The underside, which had been slightly sticky yesterday because Gabby once tried to repair it with lip gloss, wasn’t sticky anymore either.

The great doors close with a sound like breaking bones, leaving me alone with the ache of this cursed crown and the weight of a kingdom built on graves. The crown itself pulses against my temples, its once-brilliant gold now tarnished to the color of old blood. It used to shine like captured sunlight, a beacon of hope and righteous rule. Now it hums with an endless network of hairline cracks, each fracture a spider's thread of corruption spreading deeper into the metal and into me. Each break is a reminder that nothing in this world remains unbroken: not thrones built on noble intentions, not bloodlines stretching back to heroes of legend, not oaths sworn under starlight with hearts full of