Roman Crown Novels & Stories

I never told anyone, not even my closest friends who my mate was and that I rejected her, I kind of knew how Drax felt when he lost his first mate, that's why I regretted rejecting Addison but it was too late to fix things. ****** Roman It was almost time for the coronation in a few hours and I was balls deep in a she-wolf, I was happy my plan was working. I was pounding into her as she was moaning loudly, good thing my room was away from everyone's ears. She reminded me of Lily with her hair and petite size so I was picturing my future Queen, I couldn't wait to get her in my bed for eternity. Her firm breasts bounced as I was thrusting in and out of her hard, holding her waist in place, her

I hated that weakness. A king could not afford weakness. Especially not now. Another knock interrupted my thoughts. “Your Majesty,” a guard announced from outside. “Sire Rowland is here.” My expression darkened slightly. “Let him in.” The doors opened again and Rowland stepped inside calmly, dressed in dark royal garments that suited his composed appearance. He had been loyal to the crown for years and he was my best friend. “Rowland,” I said coldly. “You owe me explanations.”

I turned around slowly and swallowed as I came face to face with a bare chest and six packs. “You might also want to keep your eyes here,” he jested again. My cheeks burned furiously as I raised my head and came eye to eye with him. Rylan. Crown prince, Lycan, and heir apparent to the throne of Devania.

The color of ruined empires and faded crowns. His voice was low, rich, resonant with centuries. “I seek the Crownless Wolf.” Alejandro didn’t flinch, didn’t blink. He just met the man’s gaze with steady, unshakable calm. “I am he,” Alejandro said. The man bowed. Actually bowed!

The amethyst-colored royal family crest was pinned on his right jacket. “This is Prince Jet Cynate, younger brother of Prince Flint Onyx, the one who’s looking personally for a qualified bride.” The maidens were whispering and giggling as they heard the prince’s name, while Hannah just looked in front of them. “Prince Flint was asking a favor of Prince Jet. He’s the one who will choose the bride that will match the prince’s taste since, unfortunately, Prince Flint is so busy right now.” She can’t help but to arch her brow once more. What a douche.