Romance Between Regents Novels & Stories

About the Author Clare Felix writes MM Romance and BL fiction about men who are complicated in specific and recognisable ways, and about the people who love them anyway. Clare Felix is interested in the redemption arc when it costs something real, in the billionaire trope when the money is not the point, in forced proximity when the forcing produces something neither character planned, and in second chances when the change required to deserve the second chance is genuine and visible and hard. The Billionaire's Regret Clause is Clare Felix's debut novel. The next one is already underway — a different kind of clause, a different kind of waiting, the same fundamental question: what does it take

task not as a duty, but as a labor of love. Amidst our discussions, my attention occasionally wandered to Knight and Seraphina. Their interactions were a dance of stolen glances and gentle touches, a language of love that transcended the boundaries of the fantastical world we inhabited. Theirs was a connection forged in the depths of the sea, a bond that spoke of shared adventures and whispered promises. The air seemed to hum with the energy of their affection as if the very atmosphere acknowledged and celebrated the love that blossomed between them. It was a love that had weathered storms and navigated the uncharted waters of their respective worlds, emerging stronger and more beautiful th

The kind of smile that made me feel like I didn't even exist in their world when he walked up to them. I was honestly surprised to hear from Ravenna they hadn’t been seeing each other before now. Still, she was exactly the kind of woman every Alpha would want. He must already be charmed. I had been trying not to think about the fact that they might be together now, enjoying each other’s company. But the ache in my chest was hard to ignore. Still, I pushed it down. I had no business feeling that way. Feelings like that could only lead to trouble… banishment… or death.

"You're bleeding! Your hands, your feet—Camelia, what happened? Did Esmond do this?" "Don't," I rasped, the name tasting like ash in my mouth. "Don't say his name." I swallowed hard, the bitterness coating my throat. "He's cheating, Eugenia. The mating bond... it showed me everything. Every disgusting detail. I can still feel the pain." Eugenia gripped my hand, her eyes full of pity. "Maybe you two can talk—" "There's nothing to talk about," I cut her off. I pressed a hand over the stinging mark on my neck, my voice turning to steel. "I'm breaking the contract. I'm done."

For the whole hall to hear, Kade said, "You have been my companion for two years. But a pack cannot be led by weakness. A pack needs a strong Luna. A Luna with a wolf." The chilling realization caught up with me: No, please, no! "I, Alpha Kade of the Silver River Pack," he thundered, pitching his voice an octave lower and unleashing his Alpha power, making every single wolf in the room bow their heads, "hereby reject you, Elara Vance, as my mate." The words landed on me like a physical blow. I gasped, clutching my chest. The mating bond, a warm golden thread connecting us for years, suddenly just snapped.

Leaning forward, Damien brushed his lips back and forth over hers before pulling back a finger’s breadth. “Let me stay with you,” he murmured against her lips. “I’ll make mistakes but I’m just hoping you’ll love me, anyway.” Finally, Regina reached out to him, sliding her arms up over his shoulders, and around the back of his neck. “Oh, my love… Don’t you know I love everything about you? You’re passionate. Creative. Hardworking. I’ll take whatever part of you you’ll let me have.” “Then… you can have it all, too, because I’m not whole without you. I love you, Reggie. Please, marry me... again.”

This was so sudden and I had only thought about it last night. “I’m saying that I trust Ralph. Look, Andrea, I know I’ve said I’ve given up on love but that doesn’t give me the right to deprive the Reigns of a king. Sooner or later, I’ll have to marry someone.” I explained, taking my gaze from Andrea back to the mirror to look at myself. “But Ralph doesn’t have to be that King. The moon goddess will give you a second chance mate. He will be the King.” Andrea said, her volume above average.

“Not because he expected anything like this to happen, but because good rulers prepare for every possibility.” “This gives you complete control over everything,” Marcus said slowly. He was still reading. “All pack operations. All financial decisions. All territorial agreements. Everything flows through you as regent.” “Until Alexander comes of age. Yes.” I nodded. “That is what regent means. Someone has to make decisions and I am the most qualified person to do it.” “Why you specifically?” Sarah asked. “Why not someone from Dominic’s family? Or Penelope since she is—” She hesitated. “Since she has connections through Debbie?”

I stopped her from leaving and said, "Sam said she needed this document for an urgent matter. Do you think you could sign it before you head out?" She seemed like she was in a huge rush. She quickly scrawled her signature and dashed out of the room. I couldn't help but find the situation laughable. If she paid more attention, she would've noticed that she just signed a divorce agreement, and not a work-related document. Unfortunately, whenever something related to Zachary came up, she paid no attention to anything else around her. Willow and I met at university. I had the biggest crush on her, but she didn't feel the same way. I ended up pursuing her romantically for five years before I had

"I could say the same about Lady Olivia and you, hmm?" "Yes, well—about that, I want to marry her, Uncle George. I know her father is your sworn enemy but—" "But what? If you want to marry that woman, you're bloody well going to marry her-my enmity with Cavendish be damned," his uncle cut him off. "The Prince regent himself cannot stop the union!" his uncle thundered. "You must ask Melissa first though," his uncle added a little sheepishly. Jacob laughed and nodded, although he didn't relish the idea much. He approached Lady Melissa—his new aunt in a few days. She was alone in the parlour, reading a magazine, munching on biscuits.