Royal Matador Novels & Stories

Mateo. "Let me introduce myself properly to you, my darling queen," I scoff. "My name is Mateo Morrison, and I am the CEO of Royal Mateo Incorporated Ltd. I’m also the Lycan Blood kingdom’s monarch, and you’re my mate, whom I’ve long wanted to meet." I catch my mate’s eye, and her amazement at finding out who I am is evident. "You are what?" She inquires. "Are you the infamous Lycan king? Wow! You are real. You are not just a myth. I can't believe this. I can’t believe I’m a mate to such a cruel and evil king."

she called out. It was Mateo. “What brings you here after years brother,” she said mischievously. “Got news about the party”, he said. “Go on, I am interested,” she said. ‘There would be a royal dance since Tyler is Royalty and they said un-mated wolves have to find their partners for the dance’, he said. Wanda rolled her eyes. “He is royalty, not us. Now, from where I will get the damn mate?” She said annoyed.

“It’s been a madhouse since Bennet…Prince Bennet crashed his racecar. Did you hear about that?” “Of course.” Even in America, it was big news when a member of a royal family almost died, especially if it was due to some daredevil sport like racing. “How is your patient?” “Maddening.” His cheerful tone belied his words. “He’s also managed to chase off the second physical therapist just this morning. That’s two in three weeks.” “Impressive.” When the Marine looked up, she gave him a smile before turning a slight bit more from him. “He sounds like a spoiled brat.”

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.

“His Majesty ordered me to bring you a change of clothes and show you to your room. If you wish to explore the kingdom, I will be your tour guide." Victoria was stunned. She didn’t expect Matteo to take interest in someone like her. “What does Matteo mean by this?” she demanded. The maid bowed her head slightly but remained quiet, which only made Victoria angrier. “I’m asking you a question! Does Matteo plan to give this whore a title? Do you even know how many men she has been with?” The chair scraped against the ground as Myra stood up, her expression turning cold. She turned to the maid instead. “His Majesty?” The maid nodded. “Yes, His Majesty… the Lycan King.” Myra was stunned. She hadn

Her eyes were damp, a rare sight for a woman who had seen as much as she had. "I feel like a Phantom, Marta," I said, my voice steady. "You're both," she replied, squeezing my shoulders. "The healer and the queen. Ruan isn't going to be able to breathe when he sees you." Outside, the sound began. It wasn't a church bell or a string quartet. It was the low, guttural thunder of a hundred Harleys. The charters had come from every corner of the coast—from the Redwoods to the desert—to witness the crowning of their Matriarch. The roar was a rhythmic, pulsing sound that vibrated through the floorboards and into my very soul.

Roxanne changed quickly, her eyes shining with excitement. "You look beautiful in anything, my fair princess," Jaxon complimented her as she stepped out. He took her to the stable, where twenty horses of different breeds awaited. There was Sugarplum, a beautiful chestnut mare with a white blaze on her forehead, Noir, a sleek black stallion with a star-shaped marking on his nose, a proud Arabian named Zephyr, a gentle giant of a Shire horse named Thunder, and several others, each with their unique markings and personalities.

Servers of Garcia's who were following them behind had their heads down. Alejandro replied nothing as he kept his firm walk straight. He was mute yet his silence spoke louder than anyone. His eyes were dark and owned their own charm. "You aren't allowed to cause no trouble. Acknowledge the fucking fact that you're the throne holder now not a kid!" Mateo again mumbled for him but only an unamused scoff left from Alejandro's side. The reason behind Mateo's concern was crystal clear. The royal bride's mansion welcomed them marvellously just moments ago and the whole place seemed to be decorated majestically.

Just as we were finishing our wine, a knock came at the lounge door. Valen stood up and went to open it. One of the royal guards stood there, looking breathless. He held a scroll sealed with dark red wax. "Pardon the interruption, my Kings, Lady Raven," the guard said, bowing low. "There is an urgent letter from the Southern palace. It arrived by fast-rider just now." Darian stood up immediately, his face going grave. "The South?"

His intervention made Prince Russel stop from flirting with Lady Rosalia. "Brother! I was not expecting you." Prince Russel frowns at the sight of his eldest brother. "And I was not expecting to see this either." The Crown Prince looks down at Lady Rosalia who was clinging to Prince Russel. "Seems like you're with a mistress. Quite despicable Russel, aren't you married not too long ago?" "My business is not yours to judge! So what do you want from me?" He asks straight to the point. The Crown Prince smirks as he suggests, "If you do not care for your real wife, then do you not mind if I take her in as mine? I'll take care of her, unlike you."