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Dad drew a deep, shuddering breath, shaking his head as he looked to the floor again. "It.. wasn't consentual," he said quietly, "The Royals, when they were being hunted," he continued, and I could only stare at him wide eyed. "They began getting more and more desperate, as more of them were hunted and killed. Prince Reagan.. he was one of the last few. By then.. they'd begun.." He shook his head again, as though struggling to find the words.

I don't know why I was hoping that it should be Prince Raphael. "The Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Ayatulla, His Majesty Prince Reuz IV!" I don't know what to feel when I heard that it's not him then "The Prince of the Kingdom of Ayatulla, Prince Raphael III!" I was shocked with the names called after him, "The Regent of the Principality of Asturiaz, His Highness Rocky IV" "The Duchess of the Government of Akazia, Her Highness Ma. Catherine" "The Emir of the United Kingdom of the Eastern Lands, His Majesty Emir Shurev IV" "The Grand King and Queen of the United Kingdom of Tleste, His Majesty King George XVIII and Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth" "The Queen Mother of the United Kingdom of Sour,

Mendy's mother said and her father nodded in affirmative. “She is just like her father,” the king said with a smile on his face. “Hump, she isn't like you but she takes after me” her mother said and they both smiled happily. The king's family has always lived in peace and harmony even before Mendy was born, everything goes the way thru have always wanted but it seems like things were about to change. None of the princesses of the Kingdom was rejected by his or her mate before but now Mendy was almost rejected. She was rejected by her mate and it will always be written in the history of the werewolf royals.

And I had rejected her. I was meant to be mated to the sister of the four most powerful Alphas in the world. I was meant to have a Luna who held the Holy Blood. I had thrown away eternal safety, power, and prestige for the pathetic rush of bullying an eighteen-year-old girl. I was a king who had traded his crown for a muddy rag. When the last car door slammed shut on the path, the courtyard was empty. The coronation lights still burned, illuminating the abandoned food and broken glass. I was alone. The Blue Moon Pack had scattered like dirt in the wind.

I returned to my one- room apartment and flung myself into the bed. I crawled into a corner of the bed and sat up with my hands wrapped around my knees. I tried to communicate with Skylar but she was not talking. I couldn't believe Becca was arranged as Prince Regan's bride. Prince Regan is one of the Princes in the royal palace. The current king, King Muna, isn't his father. King Muna assumed the throne by tyranny. He plotted against his half brother; King Carter, who was Regan's father.

She is a nerdy Omega everyone picked on. He is the bad boy Alpha who hated her. Until fate changed everything. Lily Mittens had always kept her head down, hiding behind books and oversized sweaters, secretly crushing on Joe Wellington, the rude, arrogant future Alpha who never even looked her way. So when the Moon Goddess marks Joe as her fated mate, Lily is excited, but Joe doesn’t want a weak Omega for a Luna. But Lily is no ordinary wolf. She has a power that could change everything but she doesn't know it yet. Will Joe see the real Lily before it’s too late? Will Joe Wellington accept her as his fated mate? Find out in this story!

His one hand held a small bag as he moved his other towards his abdomen before leaning down in a bow. "Good afternoon your Highness, I am Charles Laine," He introduced himself before straightening up to face me," A pleasure to be at your service, My Queen." "Thank you for sparing your time to come here, Mr Laine," I politely thanked," Please come in." "Thank you, your Majesty, " He replied with a bit of surprise marring his features at my words as he walked into the room followed closely by Megan," Now, shall we get to work, your Highness?" He smirked as his eyes roamed my stature in an inspired manner instead of a scrutinising one that would have me squirming.