His Highness Male Consort Novelas e Histórias

"There's no need to apologize, Your Serene Grace. It's understandable that this situation has taken you by surprise." Taking a deep breath, I set the glass aside and composed myself, wiping away the remnants of panic from my expression. "Please continue, Garreth. Tell me everything that happened." He nodded and proceeded to recount the events in a steady tone. "His Royal Highness had an informal chat with the young masters and young mistress. It was clear that he was attempting to build rapport with them, discussing their interests and experiences over the past years. He inquired about their life in Cloveshire Citadel and seemed particularly interested in the incantation jewelry they wore."

"We all thought he would be alone forever." "Adrian?" Since when was he referred to as 'his Highness'? The only one who was referred to as that was- "No. The Lycan King," My breath left me. The tears stung my eyes before I could even say a word. "His Royal Highness- Lycan King having his mating ceremony today. Purple Sun City is bubbling with joy. I hear his bride is a woman who has stuck by his side from childhood."

His broad chest was defined by rippling muscles that spoke of strength and power. As he leaned back on his golden throne, his regal poise exuded an aura of authority and command. His commanding presence filled the room, captivating all who were fortunate enough to be in his company. Catherine swallowed as she began to question if truly this wasn't a dream. This man was really going to become her husband? “The imperial consort, Lady Catherine Jones, has arrived,” she heard a huge baritone voice announce amidst her wandering thoughts and all eyes immediately turned to her.

“But the law requires consent of the High Lords for the crowning of a Consort.” They didn't want me... It was written on all their faces. “The King is not present,” Lord Mark added. “To crown a Consort without his Alpha present is... unwise.” My fingers tightened together under the silk. They could do what they want because Xander was absent. I could feel them watching me and waiting to see if I would break. If I would run or beg. But no... I lifted my chin. “The King gave his decree three nights ago,” I said. My voice didn’t shake. “Any insult to Ashton is an insult to him. Are you insulting him, Lord Veyra?”

“Others.” Others. I turned toward him. “You’re being vague.” His jaw flexed. “The King is firm but fair. He will not embarrass you.” “That wasn’t my question.” His eyes flicked to mine briefly before returning to the road. “You’ll meet everyone at once. It’s easier that way.” “Everyone?” “My father has two wives,” he said evenly. “Queen Azura — my mother. And the First Consort, Vita.” So the stories were true. “And the children?”

he said, voice carrying clear through the clearing, “must be mistaken.” No. Not mistaken. Just cruel. The ground seemed to drop under my feet. Nyra stiffened. “Your Highness, the bond—” “I will not accept this…” His gaze flicked over me—plain dress, burned hands, stained hem. “…omega as my consort.” The words hit harder than any boot. Gasps erupted. Someone laughed. Someone else cursed. My mother’s hand flew to her mouth; my father closed his eyes. The silver thread between us snapped down to a wire.

First adjusting the air conditioning temperature and tenderly asking if she was comfortable, then taking advantage of red lights to kiss her ear intimately. However, when he looked at me through the rearview mirror for the seventh time, it was still my familiar yet strange face. He felt inexplicably unhappy, gripping the steering wheel so tightly it creaked. When we arrived at the autumn hunt grounds, he openly held Serena's hand and intimately introduced her to the Moonridge Pack's elite and powerful families. A Gamma friend of his joked: "Brother Marcus, you're really something. Worthy of being the Alpha heir, bringing both your lover and your fiancée to such a grand occasion." That friend

The coup was silent, swift, and absolute. Antonio stepped forward and spoke to the shell-shocked Alessio. "Alessio Moretti, the family council has decided to strip you of your title as Don, effective immediately. You will await judgment. In the interim, your lawful wife, Signora Isabella Moretti, will assume control of all family affairs." Alessio didn't resist as they led him away like a puppet with its strings cut. When the door closed, only Cassandra, Antonio, and I remained. "I... I was just..." Cassandra was pale and trembling.

Lilith: They’re all true. Nathan: Actual chills. Grayson gave Nathan an annoyed look. Grayson: Grandmama, may I introduce Their Highnesses, Prince Aaron Condor and Prince James Condor. Gentlemen, Her Grace, Lilith Hunter.