Regency Romane & Geschichten

I took out my phone and called the CEO of a company—Ryder Zen—who once offered me a lucrative position. "Mr. Zen, you mentioned you needed a manager for your branch overseas. Is that role still open?"

Reggie had been thinking about it, and now the solution had turned up! The more he thought about it, the more pleased he became. The Aequor was a big, five-star hotel with an income of over 100 million annually. Wouldn't that mean that he had gotten himself a veritable goldmine? Once he had made up his mind, Reggie urged, 'Let's not waste any time so that he won't have time to escape!" "Yes! That's right!" Anton nodded quickly and instructed the butler to get a helicopter ready. He immediately led Reggie and the men from the Wind Dancers into the helicopter.

A few actually looked relieved that someone was taking charge during the crisis. “There is a lot of fine print here,” Sarah observed. “Clauses about financial oversight and territorial negotiations and—” She looked up at me. “This really does give you complete authority.” “During the regency period only,” I said quickly. “Once Alexander reaches maturity at eighteen, all authority transfers to him. I would just be keeping the seat warm until he is ready to take over.” “Eighteen years is a long time,” Marcus said slowly.

"Regal… Regal Suite Room 107!" Nelson's shock was understandable. He knew better than the three women what staying in a Regal Suite meant. This was a privilege reserved for the direct descendants of the four major families, the true elite of Stanva City! Priscilla really must have a connection with Sirius! That was the only explanation that made sense. Grace's face lit up with joy when she heard the news. "What? We're staying in a Regal Suite! I knew Mr. Sirius wouldn't let us stay in some Harmony Suite. Prissy, stop saying things are uncertain, can't you see what Mr. Sirius intends?"

Discretion is essential. Translation. Move soldiers loyal to me into key positions before the war begins. When the chaos hits I will have military control of the most critical entry point into the kingdom. I sealed the second letter and placed both envelopes on the corner of my desk. Then I opened the locked drawer one more time and pulled out an older document. One I had written years ago. A contingency plan I hoped I would never need. Operation Regency. The formal protocol for removing a sitting Lycan King and installing a regent in times of crisis.

They were the architects of the Mercury Throne. Dante walked to the bedside console and hit a single button. Throughout the city, the Moretti-St. Claire emblem—a stylized crown of thorns entwined with a basalt pillar—flickered onto every digital billboard, every skyscraper screen, and every mobile device. It wasn't an advertisement. It was a signature. "The Iron Regency has begun," Dante said, his voice cold and final.

“Keep Lena away from all this. And Olivia too. This isn’t a fight they’re built for.” “I know.” I nodded. “That’s why I asked you both to come stay with us. My place isn’t just bigger—it’s safer.” “Safer?” she repeated bitterly, a dark laugh escaping her. “Baby, you’re neck-deep in a nest of vipers. That mansion of yours is just a prettier cage. Do you even understand what it means to be Regent?” I blinked. “I thought I did…” She walked to me and leaned in close, fingers tightening on my shoulder. Her voice dropped into a vow.

I murmured. Before Bryce could lose his mind entirely, the heavy vault door ground open. Brook’s primary executioner stepped into the chamber, his posture rigid and arrogant as he addressed me. “I speak for the Regent, Brook Afolayan. The mid-year council is currently reviewing our territory gains on the upper floors. The Regent requests your presence at the table to observe.” My expression didn't flicker. “My banishment has lasted a full year. The syndicate’s blood wars are no longer my concern.”

“Balance stitched together with compromise. It is… fragile.” Aria’s voice was steady. “Balance is not weakness.” “No,” he agreed. “But mercy is.” Her wolf snarled. “I did not come to conquer,” the Regent said. “I came to correct.” Damien’s aura flared dangerously. “You will leave.” The Regent ignored him. “I will give you a choice, Omega Queen,” he said softly. “Stand beside me. Restore the old order. End this endless cycle of rebellion.” The chamber felt like it was holding its breath.

"Surino, did he do anything to you? Did he harass you? Did he…? Clearly, Regan was very confident with Surino's appearance. Those questions had Surino think about Severin's handsome face. She thought, 'If that young handsome guy wants to sleep with me, I'll rush to his bed immediately. He doesn't need to force me at all!' Nevertheless, she smiled bitterly. "Honey, what are you talking about? That's not what Mister Mario meant. He humiliated me. The thing is… when we went out to buy the villa yesterday…" Quickly, Surino explained everything. "Hmph! That bastard! He's a real bully!" Regan snorted after hearing that. "Does he really think he's invincible just because he has high attainment? I'm