King's Lover Novels & Stories

Her voice dropped to a whisper as she scanned the hallway. “What do you mean?” I proved. “They always end up dead. The king picks his lovers from his personal servants and everyone who warms his bed ends up dead” My brows furrowed and a sick feeling stirred my stomach. “All his lovers?” I asked and she nodded. “Well, only one has survived. Melanie. Everyone thinks she’s going to be the king's mate” “Melanie? I met her a few minutes ago. She mentioned she was the king's mate. Was she also a servant?”

She informed her as well of her planned meeting with the king at dinner time. “Lady Shia, what you are about to do is dangerous! King Caldwell is not a man to be trusted!” “I know, baroness... I did not trust him the first time I saw him, and I still don’t, but he clearly had all of these staged because of me. Can you tell me more about the king?” “I don’t know what else I could tell you except that the king is Duchess Tristal’s old lover...” “What? They used to be lovers?!”

I scowled. A warm smirk tugged his lips. “Oh baby, we both know you love me. You were both sharing good chemistry before this fool came and disturbed us.” “You don't call her baby. She is mine and mine alone.” Kieran scowled, making the air more tense. “Oh wow! The brute Lycan King is now a lover boy.” He continued, moving close to me as though I was the one he was contending with. “Remember what you were told–nature doesn't joke with the divine.”

A defeated princess. And then I made the mistake of letting my eyes move. He was standing to the king’s right—exactly where a first prince should stand. Tall, calm, and dressed in quiet authority. The aura around him screamed power. He looked exactly the way he had the very first time I ever saw him, before I knew what kind of man he truly was. My lover. No, that word didn’t fit anymore. My archenemy. The man who had once pressed his lips to my temple in the dark and whispered that he would love me until the world ended. The same man who helped burn my country to the ground.

He slowly approached both men and soon disappeared in their midst. Anderios behind him and Xrysos in front of him. He was lost as they kissed, marked, and ravished his body into submissiveness. Aron and Dylan long went from the throne room leaving the lovers alone. ********** The king and Anderios moaned softly as Gouria whimpers loudly, his body quivering uncontrollably, his member stiff as he felt his wetness leaking out of him. "To my room." The King's voice commanded and Anderios was carrying his lover to the golden chamber.

There is no way, he could sleep with the mad king, no fucking way. It went on for hours and hours, reminding me of Nicolas's betrayal while my breathe clench in pain thank God Alaric was there to help me. As soon as the pain subsided, I gritted my jaw in annoyance. Today i was going to stomp Drogomor and declare war. They had not only manipulated my mate into staying into the palace but they had also violated him. The thought of him willingly giving herself to the Mad King was unthinkable. My wolf roared in defiance and conviction. No. She must have been forced. Manipulated. Maybe even… raped.

Ask me five months ago about what I thought of their king— I would have said that the king of the barbarians would be the devil himself. Ask me today and I will tell you that the king of the barbarians is my lover and I will do anything for him. His kindness has changed me, but the ways of his brooding men still have not changed the minds of the other kingdoms.

“Take it all. This is just the first taste. Only the beginning. I’ll ruin you for anyone else. You are mine—body and soul, every part, forever.” Crushing his mouth back to mine, swallowing every sound, claiming and marking me completely, I knew he meant every word. This wasn’t just desire. This was possession, obsession, dark twisted love defying every rule and boundary. It was wrong, forbidden, dangerous… and the most right thing I had ever felt. He tasted like fire, chaos, and home. He felt like chains and freedom all at once. I realized I didn’t just want him—I craved him, addicted to the way he touched, the way he looked at me like I was his whole world.

"Don't you dare try call me a failure. The King loves me, and I'm going to make sure everyone sees that. You get that?" Negan shook his head with a dangerous smile on his face. "No, Winter. The King doesn't love you. I don't think he even likes you. Despite him having a mate somewhere, he's definitely interested in someone else. Someone you and I both know." Winter shook her head defiantly. "No. That's not true. All these while with the king, he couldn't have possibly fallen for someone else. I've been with him for as long as I can remember.

“Are you going to marry your true mate? You already imagine yourself having sex with her, it would be thrilling to have her in your bed every night.” “Laura!” The King bellowed, his hands pulled into fists as he dragged his eyes off the lengthy thread. “You are the only one I have ever loved.” Discomfort settled in his throat and his thick brows twitched. “You are the only one for me. I don’t like that girl in the way you think. I never did. I will never like her.”