I Am The Monarch Mga Nobela at Kwento

‘Thinking about it puts a bitter taste in my mouth. ‘Alpha Hawke –‘ My mate spluttered. ‘You will regard me as His Majesty, Alpha Hawke the First.’ His eyes gleamed. ‘The first monarch of the era of the liberation of all wolves.’ ‘Do whatever you want –‘ He was fading away as I watched. ‘But my mate.’ His eyes went to the side and I turned again to watch myself struggle against a barrage of palace guards.

"Let me take you to safety, Your Majesty." His words took me by surprise. I clenched my jaw as I stepped closer toward him. I frowned slightly. "You are mistaken." He shook his head. "No. That is the curse. You don't remember because they did not want you to." He stepped back. I said nothing as confusion clouded my mind. He continued. "You are not just an Alpha, Your Majesty. You are the heir to the throne. The King of the seven packs." My grip on Manora tightened. "That is not possible."

I sat firm and with my head held high and shouted for everyone to hear me, "I think the Alpha King, confused me with someone else, my name is Georgina Princess of Galandria or better known as the INDOMITABLE, in my kingdom no one has any doubt of the kind of woman I am nor doubts my courage or my character," "Excuse me at no time did I say that......" I raised my hand to shut him up and looked at him. Kenzo who was also present, "Besides , it is no secret that everyone knows , that I plan to run my Kingdom , as an absolute and sovereign Queen without any man to hinder me, I do not need anyone and I have never needed him, let that be very clear and whoever does not know, let him find out at o

Max adds his own confession. “She’s in the past. I don’t want her name on your lips unless it has to be.” I command holding the half eaten donut in the air away from him. “Are you giving me commands, Princess?” Max narrows his eyes at me as his grip on my hips tightens threateningly. “You aren’t the only one who can give commands, Czar. We are both royal blood so to speak. Seriously, promise me Mona is gone for good.” I demand.

And I had rejected her. I was meant to be mated to the sister of the four most powerful Alphas in the world. I was meant to have a Luna who held the Holy Blood. I had thrown away eternal safety, power, and prestige for the pathetic rush of bullying an eighteen-year-old girl. I was a king who had traded his crown for a muddy rag. When the last car door slammed shut on the path, the courtyard was empty. The coronation lights still burned, illuminating the abandoned food and broken glass. I was alone. The Blue Moon Pack had scattered like dirt in the wind.

she says, exasperated, “isn’t it these extravagant outfits that got you in trouble in the first place?” I grin, unbothered. “Standing up to The Man requires a wardrobe that shines brighter than oppression itself.” She rolls her eyes. “So, your logic is: if they hate your outfits, wear something louder?” “Exactly,” I say, popping my lips. “It’s called dominance, baby.” Before Lily can argue, a loud voice interrupts us from the living room. “YUKI.” I wince. Ah. Grand-Poos. Taking a deep breath, I step out of my room, only to find Grandfather Roman staring at me like I’ve personally offended his entire lineage.

I stepped forward despite Michael's grip on my arm. "Royal or not, all will live peacefully under my rule!" I declared loudly. "Oh dear... what's with this little Omega? Pretending to be a queen? How amusing," Camden scoffed. "Do you really think we'll believe your lies just because you copied my strategy?" I pulled a pendant from under my collar and held it up. The moment it was visible to all, gasps of shock filled the hall. "My mother was Princess Imogen, and I am Aurora. This is the heirloom she passed down to me, the crest of the Crescent Moon Kingdom!" I declared. "And I order you to get off my throne, or you'll never see another sunrise!"

“No, Cazz. The pack. Everyone.” I stopped walking a few feet short of the dais, frowning. “Why?” “Because I am the Matriarch of the royal line and I have told them that I am going to commend their Queen to them.” Adrenaline punched me in the stomach. “The fuck you are—” “You are done speaking to me that way—” “I will speak to you however I please—no matter your power, I am still your King!” “In name, certainly.” “In everything,” I growled.

If Elinor admitted that she was unattached to her own life, then who knew what she was capable of? “It is true that a monarch’s life does not belong to them, but that does not mean that they should not cherish it, Your highness,” The headmaster responded addressing her by her title again and never looking at her in the eyes, “ Your life is as precious as that of his majesty and it is our duty to protect and cherish it so that nothing happens to you. The reason why everyone is concerned about the life and comfort of our monarchs is so that they could rule with an easy mind without other concerns that may perturb their judgment or burden them with another heavy task,

I asked. “As real as you want it to be. I’m so proud of you son,” he said and I felt my emotions taking over again. “I miss you Dad,” I said to him. “I miss you too. Take care of your sisters. I love you all,” he said before disappearing again. “Anytime today halfling,” the beast said and I looked towards the throne again. He was lurking in the shadows behind it. “Come forth beast and merge with my soul, from this day forward I claim you as my own and together we will become the Sire of the Grey Lair,” I said loudly to him.