My Royal Mate Novels & Stories

I said and he nodded, "You may leave,” I said and he bowed in respect before making his way to the door, but just as he reached the door he paused as he turned to me. “She's strong Your Majesty…she's capable,” Matteo suddenly said and I raised my brows in confusion, "What are you talking about?” I asked, "Your mate, Your Majesty, this kingdom needs a strong Queen and your mate is that Queen,” I couldn't believe what I was hearing so I asked again, "What are you talking about?”

"Not really. Royal matings are political. Arranged. Designed to strengthen alliances. Create stability. My personal feelings don't factor in." "That's archaic," Lyric said bluntly. "It's tradition. And tradition is everything in royal circles." "But what about true mate bonds?" I asked carefully. "Those can't be arranged." "True mate bonds are rare. One in a thousand, remember? Most royals never find theirs. So we make do with political matches. Chosen bonds. Relationships built on respect and duty instead of love." "That sounds lonely," Nova said. "It is. Very lonely." Selene looked at me. "That's why I'm fascinated by your situation."

Now all Akana wanted was for him to close it. "I wear the royal title Rial Cariad. Royal consort. This makes me royal. I thought priests of Aevitism learn some general knowledge? Or are you trying to say that Eitir doesn't have the status required to have royalty?" The silence laid thick in the room, and as no one had anything to utter, Akana continued.

“Your Highness! My name is Liam, second in charge after the Alpha King… May I come in?” I nodded while reminding myself not to speak a word. I was alone here, so the last thing I wanted was to make enemies. “I want to apologize for the way I treated you earlier,” he started, and before he finished, I cut him off. “Would you have apologized if I weren’t your king’s mate?” A weird silence consumed both of us before he answered. “No.” That was all he said ... And all he needed to trigger the anger I was feeling. “Then you don’t need to apologize to me at all. I’m not here to be your queen or that monster’s mate to your king. I’m here as a survivor who will make you all regret not killing me whe

As an alpha and the last living line of royalty, I got my wolf earlier so since I turned 16, I've had to attend almost mating moon ceremonies with no luck. This has opened room for many scandals especially with women. More than 10 women have come forth with the claim of carrying my child. I am not exactly known with celibacy. And werewolves in heat are very likely to get pregnant easily. With the monarchy, there is system to royal bloodline, an expecting mother's test that they all failed, so after a while I guess they all gave up trying to use a child as means to becoming Luna. Four years ago, Cedric, after repeatedly asking if I was gay, said maybe my mate was in another pack. Since then,

“I don't understand what you mean, you called me your mate and I also felt the pull. That is enough to show me that you're my mate.” He walked upto me, he used his hands, and ran them through my hair. “You are really adorable, if you really think that I would choose someone like you as my mate.” I didn't know what was happening, I didn't know what to feel or what was happening in front of me. “I don't understand. You clearly called me your mate in front of everyone and you said that I was the one you have been looking for.” “Yes I remember saying all that, and yes you are the one that I have looking for. The one that would satisfy all my desires, I couldn't just let such a glorious body die

She pulled me into an embrace. “What are you doing—” I paused, pulled away, shook my head, and chuckled in amusement. “This is a Royal Cruise, isn’t it?” “No, honey.” “Your Royal Highness,” I addressed Prince Isodore. His smile laced with sadness before he sighed. “You’ve been through a tough time. I understand. Just don’t give up just yet.” I left them. I just followed where the way led me. “Need a room?” I paused. A smile slowly spread across my face. “I guess.”

She pointed to the black dress hanging in the farthest corner of the wardrobe filled with colorful dresses. Agatha turned to look at it and suddenly said, "As expected. The Consort has brilliant eyes for things." Athena rolled her eyes, "I just like black, that's all there is." Black will always hide the blood stains of her victims. "And please, don't call me Consort. I have a name, use it." "That's impossible. Lord Alexander has chosen you as his Consort and we, servants cannot disobey the masters." Aria, the other maid said quickly.

Arabella Pov I had fallen asleep when Royal growled in my head. "Royal, what's wrong?" ‎Mates have arrived. ‎‎ Royal says. I perk up instantly. I knew they would find some way to come and save me. I could feel their eagerness as I felt them move around the castle. They will be here soon. I just know it. A few moments later, I heard the dungeon door open. I expect to see my mates, but instead, it's Endymion. The sinister happy look on his face made me a bit terrified.‎

he said, walking off. “That’s damn straight,” I yelled, sticking my finger up and following after him. Draven still continued to follow me and I was annoyed. Yes I should want to throw myself into his arms and live happily ever after … with my damn prince. But I just wasn’t that girl, and I still wasn’t sure if I could accept … a lycan mate. And being a royal? Shoot! His last name didn’t make a bit of difference. Not to me. I was gonna show that male I was tough as a pine knot, and damn straight he was gonna have to earn me.