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I was just a woman who had survived the storm, standing in the quiet peace that love had built from the ruins of war. The end. Thank you very much for your love and support guys, this chapter concludes the novel His Royal Breeder. However I'll be publishing a few chapters that continues Ezekiel story in modern setting. Hope you love and enjoy it lovelies.

My phone had become boring. I made a quick sandwich and headed back to the living room to fix my video game. At least that would keep me company until four, when I had to leave for boxing practice. I picked up my phone to play some music—then froze. An email. Royalty College. My heart skipped a beat. I set the phone down, whispered a quick prayer, then picked it back up. Slowly, I opened the email. > Dear Collins Neville, We are pleased to inform you that you have been offered admission to Royalty College for the 202...

I’ve decided on Oklahoma City and I'm using mom’s laptop to try to find a cheap place to stay. I might already have a job. The black escalade was gone when we left the funeral home and I haven’t seen it since. There hasn’t been any strangeness going on with Brodie and Wyatt, so it must have been my anxiety causing me to be suspicious. They had no idea about Rob or Wyatt would be in my face about it. I still haven’t contacted Rob. I don’t have it in me to deal with him and I want to enjoy my time away from him and not have him ruining it.

the queen laughed and went her way. The cool demeanor of the beautiful woman who just spoke with her left a wide smile on Amelia’s face. The princess let out a sigh as she let her gaze rest on the full bloom flowers that decorated the palace walkways. It made her wonder whether the Dustrich royals were just so interested in flowers or it was a thing throughout their kingdom. "It’s now your kingdom too.” Her subconscious reminded her and she couldn’t help but sigh. “You’ve sighed a thousand times in less than ten minutes." she heard Helen say behind her.

The Royally Screwed Queen ( Complete) 3. The Royally Screwed Princess ( Coming January 2023) 4. The Royally Screwed Rogue ( Coming 2023) 5. The Royally Screwed Mate ( Coming soon) 6. The Royally Screwed Warrior ( Coming Soon) I hope you will stick around for the next one as we go back to the werewolf kingdom. Please also check out my F...B...Page (Setiyele M.) There is a whole community of loving people there who you can talk about the books with. There is also a lot of other information I share about the books there.

Now, I told it. It was no surge as the Royal power was a surge. It moved differently. Slower and heavier and total, such as between a wave and a tide. I sensed it push through me and I sensed it lose its grip altogether and I grabbed fiercely at the extreme, and attempted to direct it rather than to lose hold of it at will. The two hunters stopped. Not solid as the Royal light solidified things. Otherwise something greater. Something that came to the part about them that moved and was not much to say about halting it.

She looked at Saxon, waiting for his response. He frowned, taking a moment to think before speaking. "Did Cyrus.. share any other recent developments with you?" he asked carefully, and at her immediate glance towards me, he nodded. "You know," he said, and she nodded, though there wasn't any hint of a question in his tone. "About the other Royal, and the witches that have already fallen back in line to support her?" she asked, with obvious distaste at the situation, "Yes, I know. And it makes my suggestion all the more urgent."

She will make you take that, which probably will tame you. Uh-oh. That doesn't sound a good idea to me. 'Nor is it to me,' Raja agreed. "In what kingdom are we in?" Lucia whispered to me. "I don't have any idea. How about you?" "If we are brought to the next kingdom after the forest, then we are in West Rail, but if we are brought to the kingdom after that, then we are in Rousiana." Rousiana! That is where the River of Flames can be found!

As soon as the screen came to life, my phone began to beep with many notifications, one being a text from the Royal Pack. “I see, I must have forgotten to turn this device on.” I mutter, embarrassed by my stupidity. Taking a few seconds, I swipe away any notification I deem not urgent, leaving the one from the Royal Palace for last. I know that Isabella has wolves who send these mass messages out to all Alphas and Betas, but part of me hopes, with how much of a news story the execution of a Royal is, that she would have sent this notification out herself. Sadly, the signature at the end is that of the former King, and I feel slightly empty inside.