Royal Duty Book Novels & Stories

Mercy tells me which territory each Royal is from. When we make it to the table, the first Royal introduces himself, "Welcome to the Mate Gala. I am Tribrid King Coolidge, and this is Tribrid Queen Olivia. May I get your full name?" "Hazel Grace Jones. It's an honor to meet you both." King Coolidge writes my name on the top of peach-colored parchment paper. His handwriting is stylish and classic. "Likewise. We hope you have a wonderful time tonight." Queen Olivia slides the paper to the next Royal after she writes on it below my name and gives me a warm smile.

“Then you already have your answer.” “Loyalty is fragile,” I said. “Especially when it’s built on fear.” His eyes darkened. “Careful.” “I’m offering you something better,” I continued. “Security. Influence. A future where you’re not just following orders.” “I already have that,” he snapped. “I’m loyal to Royal.” The name landed heavily between us. Royal. The kind of name people whispered, not spoke. The kind of man who didn’t forgive betrayal. “Royal doesn’t protect loyalty,” I said quietly. “He owns it.”

I was still lost in his eyes as I heard him say, his thick voice vibrating through me. . A. Gupta You can read Wolfe Brothers Stories on Dreâme âpp- INDEBTED TO A TYRANT KING and MARRIED TO A DUKE. Both books are completed. Don't forget to comment!

"You can wait by the door." He nodded, taking up position near the entrance while I ran my fingers along leather-bound spines until I found the volume I'd been reading yesterday. The worn book chronicled the history of royal law enforcement beyond the boundaries of the city itself—information I desperately needed if I was going to be an effective ruler rather than merely a crowned figurehead.

“I’ll talk to my father.” Luciano didn’t look convinced, but he let it go. “That’s everything,” he said after a moment. “Your flight leaves in thirty minutes.” “Of course it does,” I muttered, gathering the files. I paused, then looked up at him again. “I need something else.” That got his attention. A slow, knowing smile crept onto his face as he leaned back. “That doesn’t sound optional.” “It’s not.” I slid the black card across the desk toward him. “I need a full file on the royal family. Everything.”

This was my one and only chance at having my mate finally. With the royal beta duties, my job was not only to care for the execution of our pack but also oversee the decisions of other packs coming under the king's rule. This kept me so engaged, I never had time for meaningless flings or affairs. Especially knowing that my mate was out there, I waited. But how was it even possible? As far as I had heard, werewolves were only supposed to have werewolf mates. Then why her? How?

“Christian loves you so much… You know you became his hero…” “I love him too,” Federico told Ava, looking into her eyes. “I can’t begin to tell you how much.” “I know very well what you’re talking about. I feel the same way too.” His hands moved from her waist. “I’m sorry, Ava… For not being around so much. But now… I want you to come with me… I have something to show you,” he said. “They arrived this afternoon.” Ava followed him downstairs to his study where he showed her how he had had all the photographs of Christian copied and reset into four leather-bound albums, each one with the gold crest of the Royal family on the cover.

Now I was shedded with light sa kung anong meron sa mundong ginagalawan ko. All this time, I thought we were governed by a president, but no. "Alam mo ang worst part?" She said, I intently listened. "Nawawala ngayon ang mga royalties, at kasalukuyang pinaplano ni Duke Raven Hellion na siya o ang anak niya ang mamuno sa Imperyo. Pero..." Lumapit siya sa 'kin. "Sabi ng iba, malupit raw ang Duke ng Hellion Duchy. May tsimis rin na hindi na babalik pa ang mga royalty dahil pinatay raw ang mga ito."

“I have spoken to the royal doctor about this. We will never know when Ariana will return to normal and realize her responsibilities as Crown Prince Emilio's fiancé.” The room fell silent again after Duke Andrew finished his speech. King Alexius didn't think that Duke Andrew would lie about Ariana's condition, as he brought the name of the royal doctor in his report. Royal doctors are doctors who specifically serve the royal family. They would never lie, and were loyal to the royal family. Ariana was also examined by the royal doctor and the diagnosis must have been like that. King Alexius massaged his head in frustration. Even the last descendant of the Alison family, was not free from the

",have you ever woken from a dream with the phantom touch of hands still burning your skin?" The question struck like a dagger between ribs. I snatched the nearest book, Proper Etiquette for Ladies of Quality, and flopped into the opposing chair with exaggerated nonchalance. "Studying for the trial, Your Majesty? Or finally learning how to address a duchess properly?" Ryden's lips twitched as he eyed my ridiculous selection. "A bit late for that particular lesson, don't you think?" I flipped to a random page. "Perhaps. Or perhaps I'm simply trying to understand why the King of Narcolantia felt the need to deliver a soliloquy about true love's kiss while his councilors vanish into thin air."