Novel & Cerita My Royal Mate

Royal’s mom nudged him. She blushed at the comment and Royal winked at her. “She is, isn’t she? Famke Noor, this is my mother, Imani Robinson. Mom, this is Famke Noor and her brother Bram.” “You’re Famke’s brother?” Precious leaned back in Famke’s arms to look at him. “You’re very tall but not as tall as Royal.” She noted the scar which wrapped around his skull, “hey, you had a booboo too. I have one on my leg, wanna see?” She was wriggling as if wanting to get her tights off and Famke laughed.

Yet a relief flashed across his psyche as he no longer had to harsh on his daughter. The Royal had their own distinct cultures when it came to claiming their mate. It was their ancient traditional law that the king would have to get married before claiming his mate as his wife. Thus Damien urged to arrange the wedding ceremony as fast as possible as he was truly doubtful about his mate's whirlwind emotions. Brian hopped beside Viona after excusing himself from the discussion and whispered incredulously, " Vi, don't tell me that you have further plans in your sleeves. I can't believe that you conceded so fast. Did he somehow manage to claim your heart successfully? "

The weight of my mistakes bore down on me, threatening to suffocate my very soul. Simon walked in and close the door behind him. "Alpha, there's something I need to tell you about Royal…" he said with his head low. "What is it? Do the men know where she is?” I asked, groaning in pain. "No, Alpha. It's something I found out a while ago." "Speak Simon. What is it?” "I think Royal was able to get pregnant because she is your mate." He said and the whole room fell silent as I stared at him and wished he was joking.

(Valerian) “THE ROYAL family from the wolf empire is here to give their greetings and gifts to Your Majesty,” Matteo, the host of the event, announced. The guards opened the castle doors and from there, Alexandra, Luther, and their daughter appeared and walked towards the center of the hall, towards me.

“You should know, no one can claim the title of Queen Luna unless they’re the king’s fated mate.” Everleigh frowned slightly, her curiosity deepening. “A Royal Ceremonial Mating? That sounds... intense.” “It is,” Rufus said with a small smirk. “It’s an ancient tradition—grand and formal. The king’s mate is chosen by fate, not by politics or convenience. It’s rare, but when it happens, it’s a momentous occasion.” She considered his words carefully. The idea of fate intertwining lives in such a monumental way was both fascinating and daunting. “And what about us?” she asked. “Are we supposed to just observe, or do we have a role in all this?”

I murmured, reading a name written on the gun in his hand. "Who are you? And why is a poor Omega like you step into my palace?" Matthias got closer, pointing the gun at me. "Your Majesty! Don't shoot her! The Omea is your mate! She was brought here by Prince Arthur as your mate, and she will bear your children!" Matthias didn't shoot my head after one of his servants arrived and explained everything. He looked at me with an unbelieving and disgusted expression, as if knowing that I was his new mate made him hate me.

Chapter Ten Even the admonishment to herself that she shouldn’t consider the royal palace home couldn’t make it feel less like she was returning after a long absence to a welcome homecoming. The royal family had gathered to greet them, though she didn’t fool herself into believing that they were there for her. She was simply an accessory trailing behind the prince, but she was okay with that. Having them greet her in any other, more familiar way would mean they had realized there was something more to their relationship.

"Yeah. The dragons don't need a king here all the time. Mika would take care of things while I was at the wolf pack and there were never really any problems." "Oh, thank the gods, I need a break. If I knew being king would be this much work, I would've let Kaine have the throne," I mutter. "I'm glad you said yes though," my mother says as I stand. "Why?" "For the same reason I'm glad you chose a dragon for a mate. Interspecies relationships are difficult when you both have your own homes to take care of," she mutters, staring down at her hands. I nod a little and hug her. She squeezes me tight before pushing me away. She shakes her head and takes a deep breath, wiping her eyes. "Go pack you

The V-neck dress Berth wore exposed her cleavages and royal guards and male servants turned as she walked past them escorted by a maid, called Tamar. Tamar was showing Berth around and just then they saw Ramah making her way towards their direction looking as proud as a peacock. Her black straight hair swayed as she walked with an air of authority escorted by two royal guards. When Berth saw her coming, she felt intimidated. "Who is she? She asked Tamar, not breaking her gaze away. "Her name is Ramah, she is the King's fiancee, they will be wedded on the fourth night." Tamar said then did a courtesy as Ramah walked past them.

I whispered to the guard trailing quietly beside me. He wore a long, sad face as he spoke, "No, Alpha, they haven't seen anyone yet." I clenched my fists in anger as I marched into the room. I got there to see Selene paid and unconscious; her skin was pale and clammy. My heart ached in pain as I gently stroked her hair. My mate was slowly dying, and I was helpless because there wasn't something I could do about it. I groaned in frustration at why they couldn't find a healer. Why did the Royal healer have to die when my mate's life was at stake? Everything didn't make sense and I was slowly losing my cool.