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I looked my mate who nodded at me, assuring me that she was okay with this before I nodded at the people and motioned with my hand for them to rise, which they did slowly, careful not to annoy me or my mate as they looked at our joined hands. “My princess would like to try your ice-cream” I told the man who was looking at the two of us with wide eyes, I didn’t really blame him, it wasn’t every day that the king came to get ice-cream from an ice-cream truck in town. “Right away your majesties, would you like a specific flavor princess?” The man asked Kiara who smiled at him, wanting him to relax as she sensed his now nervous manner, she looked at the variety of flavors that the man had before

A distorted, mocking chuckle echoed from the speaker, loud enough for the entire room to hear. "Don Valtteri," the voice of Marco De Luca purred, dripping with venomous satisfaction. "You look tired on our surveillance feeds. It turns out the great, untouchable King isn't made of stone after all. She really is a beautiful little thing, Karlo. Heavy gold silk suits her. It’s almost a shame to ruin it."

What a creep. "Don't be afraid," he chuckled. "What do you want?" Sophie retorted, annoyance evident in her tone. "To talk to you," Ragnar smirked. "I was sleeping," Sophie sighed. "I know, but I still need to talk to you." "What is it, then? Speak." "That's not how you address a King," he chided, smirking. His glinting eyes looked even creepier in the dark. "And that's not how you treat a Princess," she shot back.

She was basking in the hushed whispers of the crowd. “Is that really Aris?” “The legendary hermit has finally surfaced.” “This is it, Anna,” Gabriel whispered, his eyes gleaming with a hunger for redemption. “After today, Daphne Franklin will be nothing but a footnote in our success story. We don't need her money when we have this code.” Anna smirked, adjusting her headset. “She’s probably crying in the VIP section right now, watching us take the throne she couldn't buy.” The announcer’s voice boomed through the arena. “And now, representing the National Selection, we have the return of the prodigy, Aris, presenting the high-octane gaming server Arena-Bound.”

A massive king-sized bed dominates the room, draped in sleek black silk sheets that look cool and slippery under the dim lights. I stop dead, staring at it. My chest tightens, heat flooding through me. My mind instantly snaps back to Blake—his jaw locked tight with rage, the raw fury in his voice when he yelled at Tino, just to protect me. If anything, he looks more handsome when he's pissed. Just the memory makes my pussy throb involuntarily.

But the scream was the wrong thing to do. Even from my distance, I could see the king’s eyes twitch and change to amber. I have heard and witnessed that he really disliked loud and sudden noise near him, but when I did it, he had never reacted the way he did to Sary. He grabbed her neck harshly, lifting her off the floor and I could see him increase the pressure until she was a gurgling mess, instinctively fighting his hands to let air in. “Not only are you incompetent, but you also had to have an aggravating, screeching voice?” He sounded so casual and calm, as if he weren’t squeezing life out of a person.

"Seventeen, Sir." The king nodded thoughtfully, his tsked as he kissed his teeth. "Hmm, seventeen." He mused, his gaze lingering on her face. "Almost a woman." "Not for another few months," she blurted out, her cheeks flushing with colour at her own audacity. He called her a woman. She flushed from the embarrassment of how greatly the word pleased her. And the colour crept down her neck. The king's response was unexpected. He reached out and gently brushed two fingers over her cheek. "I see," he murmured, his voice low and intimate.

None of them would dare even think of an answer to this question so that they would not die from the shock of the answer and the terror of the thunderbolt. As for the king of the winds and their princes, they were standing in shock. Flean was the fastest among them all, so how did he catch up with her? Silence pervaded the racing arena for a short period of time, interrupted by the sound of applause coming from the top to turn all eyes towards him, so that the unknown king, the king of darkness, was standing, clapping in arrogance for his princess. Let everyone stand and do the same for the racing arena to buzz with the sounds of warm applause and cheering from the people of the Wind Kingdo

As I took two steps forward, I spotted her descending the stairs and halted at the first step. She froze midway, rolling her eyes and starting to turn back, but stopped when I cleared my throat. She didn’t miss the warning in my voice. Her shoulders stiffened, hands clenching slightly at her sides, focused on holding her ground. “My queen seems amused by her king’s beauty the way she always averts her gaze,” I said, a sly curl tugging at my lips. I observed her carefully as she snapped her head toward me and glared. “Oh, besides your other work, you also run the business of being delusional, don’t you?” she scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest, her voice wavering slightly. I let out a c

A frenzied haze clouded his senses as the spiciness of wisteria encompassed him everywhere. He pressed close, ridding the gap between their bodies as his forehead came to rest against Evren’s neck for a second. “You have no idea what you’ve invited, have you, omega, leaking all over yourself like a needy whore,” the King murmured against his skin, his teeth grazing the pulse point. The spike in the king’s scent was all the warning Evren got before he felt the splitting pain of Lachlan’s cock breaching him as the king slammed home with one powerful thrust that propelled Evren’s body.