Reign Series Novels & Stories

"Come on, don't play games in front of us, you three brothers; let's not buy any more time." "Tell you what, Madam Deputy Leader, if it's true that you have a son, please provide the DNA test results, place of birth date, and finally present the child here right now!" Calvin challenged, looking fed up with the conversation of the three brothers, which he considered to be an act.

Reign has a habit of always striking all the wrong nerves in my body. She’s going to give me a heart attack one of these days.

The female lead will be Evelyn, and the male lead will be Michael. The Reigns Castle stood like an ageless guardian upon the rugged hill, its towering presence overlooking the city of Quesa. The colossal six-story structure was a marvel of architecture, its twin cuboids seamlessly connected by a grand bridge at a sharp angle, their high gable roofs forming an imposing silhouette against the sky. Snow-capped mountains loomed behind it, their jagged peaks stretching into the heavens, casting an almost ethereal aura over the entire scene.

I grab the towel and step out into the room. Reign is sitting on the couch with his laptop open, fingers tapping away like I didn’t just walk out dressed in something completely not me. He doesn’t look up at first, which annoys me for no reason other than the fact that everything he does annoys me. “I prefer shorts and a tank top,” I say as I walk further inside. “To sleep, I mean. Not this princess nightdress.” That gets his attention. He lifts his gaze slowly, scanning me from my hair all the way down to the stupid hem. His eyes drag a little too long. He doesn’t bother hiding it.

My hands trembled as I reached for the remote, turning on the TV for some distraction, only to feel my heart sink. On the screen was the Averelle royal crest. My family’s crest. A reporter stood in front of it, microphone in hand. “Breaking news: King Alaric Windsor has officially announced his abdication. The King will step down to be with his long-time partner, a hotel receptionist identified as......" The remote slipped from my fingers and thudded onto the rug. “What?” I whispered. “He… he did what?” Cutting to a clip of Alaric my older brother, the King, beaming as if he’d just won a jackpot instead of discarding centuries of royal tradition.

And yet— In my previous life, when I was condemned, it was Alexander who rode from the northern border without rest, driving his horses to collapse beneath him. He arrived too late. He knelt before my coffin for three days and three nights, refusing food, refusing sleep. “I failed you,” he had whispered hoarsely. “I should have stopped this marriage, even if it meant defying the crown. I should have saved you.” I blinked away the memory. Beside Alexander stood the second prince, composed and detached. His mother had once been the King’s acknowledged mistress, and though he was raised within the palace, he understood the limits of his claim. He neither fought nor schemed. The throne was never

"A confirmed Sovereign bond eliminates that influence." She understood. "He hasn't been protecting the council's power," she said. "He's been protecting his own family's secondary power. Against the correction the Sovereign Match was designed to apply." "Yes." "And your brother" "Was a direct threat to his position." Caden said it evenly. "Rael was in the Alpha line. If he had bonded with your mother, and completed the Sovereign match, Dorian's influence over the council would have collapsed thirty years ago." He paused. "Rael died before it could happen."

And me. And the increasingly dangerous realization that I didn’t just like him anymore. Whatever this was, it was growing fast. Too fast, probably. But nothing about my life had moved at a normal speed since a car arrived to tell me I was apparently a missing princess. Eventually I rested my forehead against his. “Can I ask you something?” “That usually means trouble.” Drew smirked. “Probably.” “Go ahead.” “If there were no crown…” Drew waited. “No succession. No kingdom. None of it.” I swallowed. “Would you still want this?”

Mia was treated like dirt by her own wolf pack from the day she was born. People called her a StillBlood because her wolf never woke up and she had no power at all. They mocked her, beat her, and treated her worse than a stray dog. Her only way out of that living hell was a forced marriage to a fallen alpha whose scars ran deeper than flesh. Alexander was once a man of legendary strength and a fierce warrior who led his pack with honor. Now he was just a shadow, crippled and cast aside by the very people he bled to protect. Alexander saw Mia as nothing more than another chain binding him down and another curse dumped on his broken life. However, fate had a cruel and strange sense of humor. T