Novel & Cerita Royal Matador

I do hope she is alright and just spend the night with anyone of them". He looked at the frame resting on the top of the small table. It was a picture of four people and one of them is my mate. She looked really pretty in her academic dress with her face glowing and a small dimple in her left cheek. She’s just cute, I thought and felt my heart throb. "Before i proceed further we just want you to know our real identity Mr. White". Beta Matias cleared his throat as he continued the talk. "My real job is a Beta to the Royal pack and this is my Alpha, Jack Langstone".

(Valerian) “THE ROYAL family from the wolf empire is here to give their greetings and gifts to Your Majesty,” Matteo, the host of the event, announced. The guards opened the castle doors and from there, Alexandra, Luther, and their daughter appeared and walked towards the center of the hall, towards me.

As before, two people walked in from each side of the arena and stopped in the middle of the stage. “On my left, a man in black tuxedo made from special fabric. A warrior hailing from the desert of San Coro and works for the Tiny Tina Company as the bodyguard of its CEO. Micheal Morris! And on my right, a man wearing something as casual as a regular shirt and jeans. A Seasoned ranked Hunter and the latest Dragon Emperor himself, Matthew Dragunov!” Instead of cheers or anything, the crowd was silent, except Cecilia who was clapping happily along with Yuri who just supported her lady. The crowd was whispering among themselves as they voiced their dislike of Matthew.

It means I found my Amato, our word for mate. He looks disappointed at the distance I managed to put between us, and it also looks as though he is holding himself back from grabbing me again. I can see him straining to pull himself together and get a handle on himself. “Yes, mate. As far as where you are, I figured you would recognize the place you tried to steal from. You’re back at the royal castle. I brought you back here after you passed out. I’m Andraste by the way,” He introduces himself with an award winning smile.

Raiden warned. “What? I’m enjoying it. She’s royalty and still chokes on cookies—this is history in the making.” I glared at him, dramatically offended, but before I could respond, Lady Marisol clapped her hands once, sharply, like a teacher stopping children from fighting. “Alright, alright,” she said. “Let the child panic in peace.” “THANK YOU,” I muttered. “Yes, yes, you’re royalty,” Marisol continued, waving her hand like she was discussing the weather. “Princess, heir, Moonfire-born… all of the above. Now, shall I explain or will you continue choking on baked goods?”

I buried my nose in her silky hair as I tightened my arm around her waist. My business ruled the world. We're called Royal. I'm better in business compared to my younger brother, James. Truthfully, I don't allow anyone near me. I don't even remember after f****** a woman. But she's something - raw fire. Her glimpse ignited me. I hired a lady last night. So, I could get rid of her, this unwanted wedding. But now, I'm certain. I'm not letting her go.

Outside Mateo’s room, the place was in an uproar when they heard that the Ghost Leader was their current Royal King’s mate. This hot news reached the ears of the previous kings and queens who were resting in their manor. “What did you say? Mateo’s mate is the person who eliminated four of our clans?!” Mateo’s mother, Empress Lamia Heidi, sprang from her seat and knocked off the tea set beside her to the floor. Clang! The maid and servant around her stepped back in fear of getting the brunt of her anger.

fast. That did the trick to snap him out of his thoughts. I let my eyes dart towards Damiel and it looks like he wants to burn the man. The man bowed his head towards I and my caetinis before introducing himself. “Mattfield, your driver, royal wolf consort. caetinis” and he straightens, oh the driver, we are running seriously late. I hurried to my feet the same Eme Hailey and Dailey did. Not even looking back to bid the busy alphas any sort of good byes. They would not even notice us leaving.