King Of Clover Novels & Stories

“You underestimated me, and that was the last time I let you do so. If you’re coming on board, you’re coming on board and playing by my rules.” “Your rules? Wouldn’t we be following the King’s rules?” Alpha Rover asked. The sexiest thing happened as Clayton revealed his true scent with the royal power in it. “I am the King.” Everyone around, Evan included, gasped before bending the knee to him, while I was downright turned on. “Of course, you’d do something that incredibly sexy when I can’t fuck you for it.” I was smirking as I linked him and he shot me a dark look with a low growl that pulsated straight to my core. “Behave Princess.”

He tucked the end of the cloak around her bare ankles where the green wedding gown had ridden up. The pack-folk in the courtyard would tell stories about the small careful arranging of the cloak for the rest of their lives. They would tell their grandchildren about it. They would tell their grandchildren that they had stood in the courtyard of Ironbough Pack on the morning of the autumn festival and watched the king of Velmoria sit on the back of his enormous black horse with the rejected Luna of their own pack in his arms and tuck a black cloak around her ankles with both his hands as if he were a young husband putting his small wife to bed in the dead of winter, and their grandchildren wou

TAWNY At the top of Cambiador’s hierarchy sits the royal family. The King or Queen and their successors. Outside of the capital, the kingdom is split into twelve houses, or twelve separate Clowders, each house controls a large portion of land overseen by the Lord. Each of those Lords who have control of the land is responsible for overseeing the development and structure of their Clowder and they each have their own warriors and their own elders. One elder is voted on to the main council to act as a judiciary for the kingdom. To uphold the laws put into place and pass sentencing as necessary.

I hissed, wrestling with the handle. I was so focused on not getting soaked that I didn't hear the footsteps. I didn't realize someone was there until a shadow fell over me. I turned around, my shoulders already hiking up toward my ears, ready to snap at whoever was bothering me. It was Cain. He was a mess. He didn't have an umbrella, and his expensive wool coat was heavy with water. His hair, usually styled to look effortlessly perfect, was plastered to his forehead, dripping into his eyes. He looked like he’d walked a mile in the storm.