Novel & Cerita Roxy Morton Kingsman

Alpha King countered her, "Roxanne, how much time do you want to investigate?" Roxanne Robson replied, "I don't know my king. However, I am requesting a week perhaps." Alpha King nodded and said, "That should be enough. I trust you to find the answers we need." Roxanne smiled and said, "Thank you, my king. I will do my best."

He walked slowly towards the edge of the bed. "Leave us," Arthur whispered, his voice cracking. "I will be right outside the door, sire," Liran said. He and Kaelen backed out of the room, the heavy iron locks clicking into place, sealing the King with his shadow. ------- The heavy oak doors of the grand council chamber swung open with a resounding echo. Arthur exhaled once. And became the King again He walked in. There was no tremor in his hands. There was no sweat on his brow. Draped in his heavy, gold-embroidered velvet robes, his spine was perfectly straight, his eyes cold and commanding. He looked every inch the monarch he was born to be.

I could feel my heart beat rapidly as I was trying to make sense of what the Lycan King was up to. "I want you as my Luna, my mate, and my queen," the Lycan King declares, his voice echoing through the hall and my eyes widened as the glass of wine fell from my hand. "Will you accept my offer, Aurora?”

The crown was almost mine. I just had to bury every last piece of the past to claim it. Even if it meant burying myself right along with it. The door creaked open. Soft. Intentional. Like silk sliding over skin. And there she was. Sienna. Daughter of Beta Anton. Beautiful. Perfect. Poison. Her hair spilled in loose waves down her bare shoulders, her robe half-tied, clinging only where it needed to hide modesty, but barely. Legs long and smooth, lips painted a subtle red, eyes lined in kohl that made her gaze cut sharper than knives.

Can't I just stay like this forever? “Are you awake or are you just going to lie there pretending to be dead?” The deep, cold voice cut through the haze like a blade. My eyes snapped open and I sat up abruptly, ignoring the scream of protest from my body and the dizziness that suddenly overwhelmed me. As my vision slowly cleared, my eyes zeroed on the figure across the room, the owner of the voice. It was the King. He sat in an armchair by the window, dressed in dark robes that hung open at the chest, revealing a glimpse of his toned chest. Behind him, the sky looked dull, it was either the early hours of dawn or the late hours of the evening.

Aiden and I followed closely behind. "I'm sorry but I tried to keep her inside" A man, I assumed was the third in command, rushed out as we entered. "But she looked through the window and saw the girl and freaked" "The girl's name is Roxy" I stated in annoyance. I didn't appreciate how informal these people were. They were the heads of the pack, after all. He quickly looked at me, then a smile took over his face as he took my hand and kissed it. Weird.

He asks raising a eyebrow. "James you always look like shit. And yes it looks like your cock blocking ass was too late to kill our joy, fuck yes the night was fun" Roxy says sassily before showing him the bird. "That's a shame, well good thing I'm here for the rest of the week and I'm going to be the biggest kill joy. Like for starters, go put on some pants child, you look like a 2 dollar hooker" he says in a voice which I think he thinks sounds like mom.

When they got closer, Romaine stumbled into his side hard and burst out giggling, her hands digging into his shirt as Kingston held her up and forced a smile to his lips. “Hey, man! Yeah… You, dude… Hey!” The men in suits standing near moved to block Kingston and Romaine from getting any closer. “Easy, dudes, I just want to see my friend Morpheus here… Hey, Morpheus! What’s up, man! I need a favor, bro!” Morpheus’s narrowed gaze landed on Kingston, and he sneered hungrily when he turned to Romaine. Kingston nearly forgot what they were doing and rushed forward to deck the guy.

His eyes are cold and calculating, exuding an air of power and authority. King Roderick, a formidable figure cloaked in regal splendor, exudes an air of authority and power. Tall and broad-shouldered, he carries himself with an imposing presence that demands attention. His chiseled features are marked by a strong jawline and piercing, penetrating eyes that seem to hold secrets and depths yet to be explored. KING RODERICK (his voice dripping with danger) "I demand unwavering loyalty! Those who dare defy my reign shall face ruthless and unforgiving consequences. Like now As our lord Alden," king Roderick voice malevolence echoes in the air...

He was about speaking when we heard a loud voice boom through the tunnels, not from a person but from a speaker mounted in a drone. “Subject 0-9. Roxy of the Silver Willow.Your sanctuary is revoked. The Council has authorized your termination. Surrender now, and your companion will be spared.” I looked at Jax. He looked at me, his amber eyes wide with terrifying realization. “Roxy, who the hell are you?” jax whispered. Before I could answer the tunnel behind us exploded in a flash of white light and a voice filled with sickeningly familiar cruelty called from the shadows.