Novel & Cerita Royal Matador

“You have no warrant! You can’t just storm in here!” The lead soldier sneered, holding up a sealed document. “By order of the Crown, we can. Where did you get this?” He held up the expensive royal fabric Atlas had gifted him weeks ago, soft, embroidered with the royal crest in gold thread. Jacob’s jaw tightened. “A friend gave it to me.” The soldier laughed. “A friend? This belongs to the royal family. Explain yourself, farmer.” Outside, villagers gathered, whispering loudly. “What did he do?”

“That's very nice of you, Christian. Your momma will be so happy when you give these to her.” “Christian!” I heard a middle aged lady running out from the pack house and coming to us. Her eyes widened when they landed on me and then she scowled at Christian Jr. “Royal Beta Christian, I'm so sorry for the disturbance. Chris can be a little proactive and find his way out of my sight real quickly.” She looked frightened. I don't blame her. Most people react that way in the presence of the Royal Beta and the Royal Alpha King.

It’s very obvious I don’t have a shot of happiness with him, for all I can guess, he can be even worse than Alpha Boden. “I Morana Ledger, a Captivated Rogue member of this pack, propose a rejection to the fated bond between us.”

Mami ask coming into the room in her sky blue swiss lace that's sawn to a normal free gown and thanks to me for the design. "And here comes the Queen" I said with a giggle while curtseying. "Wait" Sultana said while looking at us through the mirror "Are you sure Dad is not gonna be here". I burst in to a hysterical laughter while Mami said "Sultana when did I became mates with you?" "Wow, you are indeed our queen" we all turn to the source of the voice and found the prince standing by the door. I stares at him wearing just the clothes I choose for him. white kaftan with cap and a rose gold wrist watch with golden colored cover shoes.

He didn’t seem phased by the rain so I didn’t let it bother me either. “I, Dawson David Drexel, first Lycan Prince of House Dubois Drexel, declare that you Beatrix she-wolf of Kingdom 10 are hereby rejected as my mate and revoke any claim you may have as my mate and to the throne. Under penalty of certain death, you are not to discuss with anyone what I have said here tonight or that you were at one time my fated mate,” he said. What … did he say? Mate???

he asked his official council. “I am afraid not, Your Serene Highness,” the senior official answered soberly. “The coronation plans are still in place but it makes things rather difficult.” He had no time for someone stating the obvious. Federico knew what was at stake here. The security of his own country and the continuation of the Altavilla e Portanova dynasty. The Royal Star diamond was part of the biggest unique red diamond ever existed that had been cut in two, as a way to punish a royal family torn apart by foolish pride and its lust for power. It was also the icon of the Royal House of Altavilla e Portanova.

Royal's POV "Time is ticking Rico. Should I tell her or you will?" She asked. "Fine, I'll tell her," Rico roared and gave his mother a death stare."Royal, please calm down, what she is talking about is not a big deal." "Okay then, what is it?” I asked, impatient. "That chair, it's dedicated to… to the Luna of the pack," he said with his head low. I raised my brow up and laughed, "Is that all?”

Camila looked at me with concern, but I just smiled at her before I faced the bitch. "What a coincidence, you're here too." I said, "I am going to be the future queen once Matteo chooses me as his mate. So, there's nothing wrong or unusual about me being here. You, on the other hand, a wolfless bitch have no right to be here." she replied, "That's Prince Matteo to you. You stand in your place and we won't have any problem." I replied, which made her angrier. I wanted to laugh at what she looked like and I was thinking that she looked somehow familiar when the royal financial advisor came.

When they arrived, they immediately became the center of attention of the people there. Rudi Doremi was a man who was about half a century old but still looked very fit. He approached the royal siblings and greeted them. "Greetings, Your Majesty the King and Your Highness Princess Anwen," he said as he took off his hat, and bowed respectfully. Rudi was one of the owners of the largest racetrack in Panthera. Every year, he and the horses in Rodeom always participated in the carnival held by the royal government at the closing of spring.

"You're a Cruz. You're the key to the Northern Territories, and my brother thinks he can put you in a cage and call it a home." "And what do you want?" I barked. "To be the one holding the key?" His grip tightened. "I want to finish what we started on that floor. I want to hear you scream my name until your throat is raw." The glass door slid open behind us. "The Vargas Grand Casino is calling, Alex." Mateo stood there, his coat off, shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal the black ink of the pack crest on his forearms. He looked between us, his gaze lingering on where Alejandro’s hand met my skin. "The investor from the Rahman Royal Yacht is getting impatient. Why are you harassing my dancer?"