King Propose 소설 & 이야기

They were all shaking now, feeling the weight of my authority, an authority older and deeper than Lucas’s clever schemes. “I am Killian Roosevelt,” I announced, the words ringing with absolute, final power. “Alpha King. Rular of the Blackwood Pack and the Northern Territories! And sovereign over all who swear fealty to the old ways.” At the proclamation, the effect was instant. The servants, warriors, and the pack members surrounding us didn’t just look nervous; they looked terrified. One by one, they dropped to their knees, bowing their heads. Members of Lucas’s own household staff, watching from the porches and windows, followed suit. A wave of submission rolled through the crowd. They wer

he diplomatically informed him. "And why is that? We have the KLP now, mind you... we can write it any way we want. None will remember. So... tell me, Lord Blackridge, why should I not have it, just like all of this?" The king extended his arms and spun slowly on his heels back towards Blackridge until again he stood and faced him. "It's all mine now," he said, his arms flopping again to his side, "all of it... and why not Elkshire?"

I drift toward the edge of the reception area near the lake, champagne in hand, trying to breathe through the discomfort of too many memories, too many questions in familiar eyes. Wolves in designer suits and couture gowns cluster in groups, their laughter bright and effortless. I catch fragments of conversation—mergers, territory expansions, and whispers about the new Alpha King being in attendance. His coronation photos circulated through every pack territory just months ago—ruthless, cold, powerful. The kind of Alpha who commands respect through presence alone. The crowd shifts, and that's when I feel it—a pull, sharp and undeniable. I look up. Across the reception area, through the clust

“It’s rude to just port into the king’s office,” I said without looking up from my laptop. “I’m not making an appointment to see my own son,” Kai said as he sat down in front of the large desk. “So then I take it this is a personal visit and nothing business related?” I asked him. “You need to be crowned, officially,” he said. “Why? I’ve declared it months ago,” I said to him. “Yes, but a coronation makes it more official, especially in the presence of head Alphas,” he said to me.

the risk of losing her was nonexistent, as if he could take all the time in the world because she was already irrevocably his. He knew, of course, he always seemed to know. One thick forearm slid beneath her lower back, lifting her hips just enough to angle her precisely where he desired, the blunt heat of him pressing against her entrance, slick and ready, throbbing with promise. He paused there, not out of hesitation but pure intent, allowing the moment to stretch so she could feel the slow, insistent pulse of him, her body betraying her by tightening and opening in eager invitation without her consent. Her breath caught on a sound that began as a snarl but fractured into something perilo

I thought that with phoenix back, I could protect the pack without thinking of the decision-making aspect. Darted worriedly. What if I fail to make a good decision in the near future. I might've proven myself worthy of the position, but I could also prove myself unworthy with any slight mistake. Besides, I had never been a ruler before, I had no idea how it was being one. I was practically just following my instincts for now, but the more I sat down to think about it, the more worried I became.

And even though King was evidently half-awake, Kane still pushed forward. He held King’s chin, his kisses trailing from his lips down to his chest, his abdomen, and finally his groin. King’s groin was throbbing, and his manhood stood proud. When Kane saw that, he was filled with arousal. He wanted to play with King… He wanted to own him. Not just the painting, but the subject himself. “You’re mine, King Kairos Marchetti.” 'All mine,' he thought, finally touching him. His hands wrapped around King’s manhood, and he was stupefied by how warm it felt between his fingers.

his advisor spoke who was standing quietly near the door, watching the King pace back and forth. “After the war, IF he wins…” King Janoer emphasized. He cannot trust a traitor. If they concede to him now, it would also mean risking his region’s future. If Harrion wins, he will strengthen his forces and sooner his greed will give the regions a headache when he starts knocking at their doors.

Trust Rune to make the most out of everything, hair in a neat low cut, beards clean shaven, and clothes a fresh supply, fucker lived like a Persian prince in this place, but now they all had to get him in the moon because he was cranky. "Okay, Rune, what are your conditions? That's why I came all the way, right?" Rune drew on his cigarette, then facing Adler, he spilled, "I want to be Capo; I think that's a reasonable request," "Why do you feel so?" "Because all of you got an important position except me, I'm just a fucking soldier. You're Don, that bastard is consigliere, and Kyra, what the fuck is she even..." "In other words, you want a position just for the sake of it."