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!

He says smiling at her. She smiles back at him. “I guess I am because I missed you while you were gone” “Sorry sweetheart. But here I am now, with a gift for you” King Roman said placing the present on the table. Celine was surprised to see that. “What is this?” She asks him confused. “Open it and find out” he said chuckling. Celine did as told and was immediately amazed by what she found. It was a beautiful crown with gold leaf and jewels. It reminded her of the crowns from her ancestors when they used to live in this land.

Kael protested. "You need titles for formal occasions," she insisted. "Traditional or innovative?" Through the bond, we considered. "The Broken Crown," Lyra said suddenly. "That is what we are. Five pieces of what should be singular authority, shattered and reformed into something new." Silence. Then slow nods. "The Broken Crown," Queen Elara repeated, testing the phrase. "The Council of Five, known as the Broken Crown. I approve." She stood, and the Court stood with her.

“I know.” A small, breathless smile curved his mouth. “And I love you too,” she whispered. Below them, the lake caught the light and held it, and the forest around it carried that warmth inward—through root and stone, through corridor and heart—until it reached the quieter halls of the palace, where another choice waited with equal patience. Corren stood alone in the Hall of Roots, the Verdant Crown resting upon its living pedestal. It was not forged by fire but shaped by time—wood veined with gold, leaves eternally green along its arch. The chamber smelled of earth and rain, ancient and steady.