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“This leads to the tower where you keep your deepest secrets and most forbidden desires.” He leaned closer, lips brushing my ear. “Something like that.” Oh boy. Moon goddess, please remind me I’m supposed to be on a mission and not daydreaming about what his forbidden desires taste like. Then my mind, traitorous little thing—wandered right back to him again. The Alpha King. The walking sin in royal robes. The man whose jawline could cut diamonds and whose mere presence makes the air around him feel like a feverish dream. Marrying him and becoming Queen? That would be iconic. I could rule the kingdom in style, dripping in jewels, with a crown that says “Bow down, peasants.”

Someone chuckled darkly, a solemn nod going about the room. It had my curiosity entranced as each generation started to describe the slow decline of the Great Pack, as they called it; all Rogues connected to the king under one banner. What was even more surprising was the casual mention throughout of the Royals being Lycans. No one in the room batted an eye at it, just accepted it like truth and enjoyed the stories. “Constable, I hate to interrupt; but are you saying all Royals for England were Lycans?” I had to know, a few cops snickering at the question, but Constable Myra just smiled and nodded her head.

Everywhere was sparkling and neat, as if it had never been used. Then I saw another beautiful, gorgeous omega, different from the one who had been warming my bed since I arrived at Crescent Pack yesterday. I walked further into the kitchen, the doorway a few steps behind me. Then I tapped the counter to get her attention. She jerked upright from where she had been bent over, as though her soul nearly left her body. She quickly straightened up. She looked at me from head to toe. My robe had given away that I was of royal blood. Maybe she was not aware when I arrived at the palace yesterday.

I was just a woman who had survived the storm, standing in the quiet peace that love had built from the ruins of war. The end. Thank you very much for your love and support guys, this chapter concludes the novel His Royal Breeder. However I'll be publishing a few chapters that continues Ezekiel story in modern setting. Hope you love and enjoy it lovelies.

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I told her with eagerness. "Let me get to meet with the boy you met first and I will give you all the answers to your questions." My mum replied and left my room. Wow, I'm a fucking Royal!!! I collapsed on my bed not bothering to lock my room door, dreaming of myself seated on a royal throne adorned with all kinds of gold as every Indian comes to pay homage to their Queen. Am a fucking Royal? ******** 🖋️ Rohan Pov 🖊️ I had asked her to leave and regretted it once the words came out of my mouth.

I made another excuse. “Don’t worry, Kennedy. My brother won’t know.” I was not entirely convinced. Thayer had men in every corner, guarding of this manor. “I know the feeling of being a little rebellious. Now pick up something to wear.” Now, she shocked me. A rebellious princess? Well, that's new. “You looked surprised.” I blinked. “Yeah. Kinda.” “Well, I still have my own official engagements and charities, but unlike my brother, the ever hard-working royal member, I do my it way. My boyfriend is also American.”

she scolded. “I am not a kid!” I pointed out not liking that she is scolding me even in my twenty fifth year. “Yes! Which means you need to be careful before doing anything. We are the Royals so need to act like them.” she mumbled frowning at me. “Your both grandparents were the Royals, Mom. We are just normal people.” I commented, staring at her. “Is it so? Then why do you always say ‘I am the Prince of Ivaan’ to everyone for doing some normal corporate businesses?” she questioned with a raised eyebrow.

I might not check in with my mother for a day or two, but Maria is always calling me daily, wanting to know about my day-to-day habits and if there's a reason why I've given up on God. I haven't given up on the big old guy. There are just some connection problems that have gotten in the way. Maria is a protestant, and she has raised me to be deeply religious, while my royal family is Catholic, and they attend church like a lone sheep lost on its way home, departed from the herd. They are good at covering it up, though. They would pretend to be deeply religious like the godforsaken animals we all are whenever it comes to our attention. Especially if it's going on air to be broadcasted on the

"Okay!... Okay!... I get what you mean. Yes what Jose told you is right according to the old rules of the kingdom only a pure-blood royal can sit on the throne." "So in light of those rules you and Jose are the only ones that can sit on the throne, our son or daughter can not take your place. The Royal Family ends with Josephine and you Dominic, or are you going to find another royal to carry an heir?" I tried to cover the hurt that thinking of him with another female bought to my chest. "I would never, do you hear me MY LADY I would NEVER allow another female to touch me let alone carry what is rightfully yours to carry." Dominic and Caleb say as one.