Roxy Kingsman Romane & Geschichten

Luckily, most of the ground is covered in a soft moss so although my body feels bruised, I do not think that anything is broken. I let out a groan as I try to push the body off of me. Slowly, it begins to move and I hear an echoing groan of pain coming from the figure on top of me. As I shove him off I realize that I recognize that voice. It is the voice of my best friend, Hunt. "Hunt, what are you doing? Are you trying to get the both of us killed?" I hiss to him as I struggle to sit up. "I am trying to save you if you will let me. I can't believe that you would do something as stupid as stealing from the King. Especially the day before the Coronation of his son. You are smarter than that."

"Very well Roxy, it's Raiden. Raiden Clyborne. Twin brother to Remiel Clyborne." "You're a twin." "Yeah I was." "Intriguing. Backstory?" "Soon Rox." "Nope." "One of these days." "Now." "All in good time Roxy." "Why!" "I can't just bare myself out like that, y'know..." "Why? Because we aren't an item? You need the exclusivity when it comes to saying your own past." She shook her head bitterly as she gripped the steering harder. "You're taking this the wrong way Teq."

“This one is perfectly trained. He is very obedient, can clean and cook, doesn't require much food and knows how to follow orders.” “The Crown has enough servants and doesn’t request another.” One emissary hissed with irritation. “No. But I hear the Lycan King enjoys unusual things. And you know what they say about male omegas.” Evren stopped breathing the moment those words escaped Felix’s mouth. The implication of what was happening was hitting him in a slow, horrible realisation of what was about to become of him.

Damon muttered, his eyes glued to where my hand rested over my heart. The door opened again, and the third brother walked in. The one with the midnight-blue fur. In human form, he was devastatingly handsome, with hair as dark as his wolf's coat and mischievous green eyes. He moved with a lazy grace that felt more dangerous than Damon's obvious strength. "Well, look who's awake," he said, a charming smile playing on his lips. But his green eyes were sharp, missing nothing. "I'm Reece. And you've caused quite a stir, little omega."

Master Ama Clinthon did not look like an ordinary man—but like a king of a kingdom, whose mere presence was enough to tame everyone in the room. “WAIT! WAIT, WAIT!! I can’t handle this atmosphere anymore!” Roxane suddenly burst out, her eyes spinning around the glittering surroundings. “Are these golds for real?! It’s overwhelming, like a bank just moved all its gold bars here!” She walked forward as if she didn’t care about the people bowing, heading straight toward her dignified grandfather in his royal attire. Without hesitation, she grabbed his arm as though they’d long been casually strolling together—even though they hadn’t.

“This girl is the perfect tool I found to deal with the queen. She is a crucial piece of my plan.” “Your plan? But this isn’t what you told me yesterday,” I said, my brow furrowing as I still struggled to believe what I was hearing. “Roxy shares the same face as that undead tenth queen,” he began, leaning in closer. “Since you informed me that the king has grown fond of her, I plan to stage an adultery scheme to ruin her. And this is where Roxy comes in.” I gasped, the shock washing over me as the full picture clicked into place. I had truly believed the bitch was standing right in front of me.

Her face was young, and she looked suspicious of Saffron, her brown eyes watching her every step. "Finally, the youngest of the Princes, our dear Kingsley," August boomed gesturing towards the young man who sat slightly away from the rest of the family. His hair was a deep, inky black. It nestled in the collar of his shirt, pulled into a small braid. His face was incredibly young, yet his eyes held something older within their blue depths. Saffron nearly gasped aloud when his eyes met hers. They were so icy blue they appeared transparent. His face was fine-boned, and he was stunningly beautiful. He had full lips and a delicate nose. He appeared as if a strong wind would break him.

As I walk around the great room, it's obvious that certain packs in particular are missing- the Rogue packs. Instead of having different alphas for every pack, they are all run by a king who calls himself "King of the Rogues." I can't help but roll my eyes, anybody who chooses to go by that name probably has a bigger ego than Caleb. Nobody knows what he looks like since few have ever lived after encountering him, his reputation violent and messy. He never shows up to these events despite receiving the invitations. Most alphas would prefer him as a business partner rather than an enemy.

I asked, hating how my voice sounded breathless and eager, like a drowning person reaching for a lifeline. He smiled, and it transformed his harsh features into something devastating, dangerous beauty that should have sent me running. "My name is Roland Blackthorn, and I rule the Rogue Lands outside the city limits," he said, each word precise and weighted with meaning. "I need a queen, someone to stand beside me for three years and help legitimize my claim to territories that traditional packs want to steal, and in exchange, I will make you the wealthiest woman in Crescent City and give you the resources to destroy anyone who has hurt you."

“I assumed that Raven already told you the whole story-” “She did,” Roxy cut me off, and her nostrils flared in agitation. “But I still don’t see why you have to marry her.” “I don’t see why I need to explain my actions to you,” I fired back, and I narrowed my eyes at her. “You forget yourself, Roxy. I am the king.” Anubis grumbled at my response and then tried to reach out for Roxy’s arm, but the warrior pushed his hands away. He took a step back in defeat and sighed.