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he began. The lump returned to my throat. Something serious. What could it be? “At the Summer Solstice Festival, many royals will attend,” he explained, and I nodded. “And royals love…” He tasted the word. “Making deals. Bargains, if you will.” His ice-blue eyes locked onto mine. “Never—and I mean never—make a deal with any of them. They will try to deceive you.” “Of course,” I answered, feeling my eyebrows pull together.

She added, "Royal Financial Group won't be overturned. Let these people make a fuss. It's the perfect chance to weed out the problematic shareholders. We'll kick out who we can and gradually dilute the power of those we can't. It's basically pest control for us." Robin looked at Summer in shock. "Ms. Hartford, how do you know Royal Financial Group won't be overturned?" Summer teased, "Just a guess. Mr. Cohen, do you want to make a bet with me? 200 dollars!" "200 dollars?" Robin was at a loss. He suddenly felt like he was playing house with a little kid. It had been many years since he made any deals worth less than 2,000 dollars. "Are you scared of losing?" Summer asked.

Royal howled while trying so hard to control the smile that was threatening to bloom on his face ' finally that fool is dead' he muttered inwardly before turning to face his mother, he couldn't let her sink too much into grief, this was the time to show her support, making her realize that he was the only one she had left. " Mother do not cry, even though we are all hurt by Olivia's death, I am still here and I will avenge my sister even if it means going against the undead" Royal bluffed, there was no way he would dare to go against the undead, in the past, countless experts had ventured into devil's lane with the aim of exterminating the undead but none of them made it out alive, since the

They tried all they could to stop the curse but it was all futile. When the royal family found out that they couldn't stop the curse, they made the first bride a sacrificial price to appease Qetiyah but that wasn't all. The royal family harbors a great secret that's could cause changes to the kingdom of Katula. The royal family was more than what the pack members thought about them. They were cruel, powerful, and full of authority. A thousand years passed and the curse continued with no way to stop it but fate had a lot for the new generation of the Anderson royal family

But the boy had risen and defeated many of their numbers. “He won’t. I will be the King by then. Rebelling against the crown will result in a traitorous end,” Rolfe said proudly as he poured a glass for the two of them. “But before that, what if the Princess suddenly dies from an illness. Maybe a concentrated Chalice in her favorite wine?” Rolfe’s trickery was revealed before his father. Lenato raised a glass. “For your soon-to-be victory and glory.” CRASH! A Pentalium agent burst through the door and gave Rolfe grievous news.

She knows well she can’t argue about this. “The royal council is throwing a feast. You should attend it.” She comes to the point. I groan, dragging a hand down my face. Of course. The royal council. They’re supposed to be the kingdom’s court for justice, but all they do is bicker, scheme, and shove their outdated traditions down my throat. The five loudmouths can’t agree on anything unless it’s how to make my life miserable. “I’ll see if my schedule is free,” I say dryly.

One is for Stark and his relations to have their meals, while the other is for his pack members. “No, why?" I furrowed my brows as she asked the question. I've always pondered the meaning behind the name "Royal." Isn't it true that royals are typically associated with representing kings? I also observed that while the people here dress elegantly, they don't actually belong as royals. Reflecting on it now, I realize that it doesn't really make sense. Why name a pack Royal, build a castle, and follow their dressing style when they aren't related to a king for that matter? None of it made sense. As if sensing my confusion, she chuckled at my puzzled expression. “Alpha William’s older brother is

I asked in a monotone voice, my eyes are still on the bonfire. “From what I have heard a while ago, Prince Ronald was also pierced by the chest with an arrow. Again, it is your wife’s work, sire,” Roy informed me. I smirked with no humor. “Why do you think she is murdering royalties?” “I have no idea. I know your mate as the sweetest and kindest lady that I could never imagine her doing something so horrible, like murdering.” I turned to my comrade and he was also watching the bonfire before us. He looked confused, and even though we want to provide respect towards the funeral of my deceased father, our minds are busy thinking about the transpiration taking place in Kingdom Monjour,

Was she an employee, or was she an independent consultant? “As I said, read it and memorize it. There are certain rules and standards to which you must adhere. You have to learn protocol and decorum, and what is acceptable behavior.” Fiona stopped and spun around, glaring at Tucker for a moment before her gaze cooled as it moved to Harper’s. “You’re here as an employee, not a friend. It would be wise to remember that and behave accordingly.” “Fiona certainly hates it when us commoners dare become friends with the royalty,” said Tucker with a chuckle, clearly unconcerned by Fiona’s opinion on the matter.

If found guilty the royalty has all the right to put the life of the offender to an end. Uh-huh that was never in her plans. Never. She just wanted a simple and no drama kind of life but ever since she was born her life has been filled with scandals. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe nor blink. She was terrified to an extent of literally shaking. The bowel in her hands was threatening to fall over if she didn’t stop. Her eyes were fixed on the white substance on the purple cloak of a the royal Prince. Not just any Prince. He was known by many disturbing names.