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"They didn't ask for permission." My smile faded. "Who?" He handed me a sealed scroll. The crimson wax bore the crest of the Royal Council. I broke the seal and unrolled the parchment. I read the first line. Then the second. By the third, my jaw had tightened. Marcus watched me quietly. "Bad news?" "There are no reports of burned villages," I said, keeping my voice even. "There are not." "No missing children." "No." "No rebel movements sighted." He frowned deeply. "Then what is it?"

Just as I started drifting off in the King’s arms, my phone, hidden in the drawer beside the bed, vibrated once with a single message from an unknown number. Unknown: The King is not who you think he is. The real power lies beneath the throne. Look for the black rose tomorrow. I deleted the message quickly, my heart pounding. The royal game had secrets darker than I imagined. And someone was trying to pull me into them.

Royal was once again destroying the peace in my world and all he had to do was spring out from the hell he had been stuffed in and start spewing that nonsense about missing me and stuff. Like I would believe that when the news of him and that blonde bambolina was always scattered across the internet. Everywhere you landed, it was the singer and influencer Kimberly, music and video producer Royal Carter, and of course, their flaming love life that burned across the internet; filled with all the finer things in life. Every-fucking-where.

“I feel like we’ve barely connected with each other these past few weeks.” ‘That’s because Stella is consuming all your time,’ I wanted to say, but I just smiled at Kyros instead. He was unusually sweet that night. Maybe he felt guilty? As Kyros tended to me, my phone buzzed with a message from Royal—an update on things happening outside of our relationship. Royal: “I heard Kyros kicked Stella out of Ravenwood Estate but purchased a new villa for her to live in.” “What absolute scum,” I muttered under my breath. “Did something happen?” Kyros asked, his curiosity piqued.

I might not check in with my mother for a day or two, but Maria is always calling me daily, wanting to know about my day-to-day habits and if there's a reason why I've given up on God. I haven't given up on the big old guy. There are just some connection problems that have gotten in the way. Maria is a protestant, and she has raised me to be deeply religious, while my royal family is Catholic, and they attend church like a lone sheep lost on its way home, departed from the herd. They are good at covering it up, though. They would pretend to be deeply religious like the godforsaken animals we all are whenever it comes to our attention. Especially if it's going on air to be broadcasted on the

3 days turned into week and a week turned into a month, I prayed like my life depended on it, I prayed for him to be safe, and goes to greet Her Highness every night we became closer and she was already losing hope,but I didn't he promised to be back so I know he will. “Milady, Milady, Milady, “Reena was screaming from the gate, I know she heard some gossip and is here to tell me in details as usual. “Guess what?” “I'm not good at guessing” I replied not interested “His Majesty's Uncle is here and I heard he might become the king” “His Majesty is not dead why will he become the King?”I hissed with displeasure. “I heard His Majesty might be dead… ” “Reena”I yelled annoyed, she close her mouth

He said in an assuring tone, but I frowned hearing them. I shook my head not wanting to see anything stupid in his caring words and concentrated on what to say to any of his family members. What should I say if they ask me what am I doing in life? My questions stopped when the car stopped in front of a building or some mansion. I continued to stare at it even when we both got outside the car. “You really have a Kingdom.” I whispered to him when he placed his hand around my waist and started giving poses for the media. “See? Now you understand that I am really a Prince.” he whispered back making me smile.

“You would have a wolf if that is the case. I don’t think there is one royal werewolf that doesn’t have a wolf, but you are claiming you are royal.” “I might be, and if you are treating me like this how is it going to feel when I am royal blood and I get to tell you what to do?” I growled. “You know you have been an asshole since I told you I was pregnant, and here you are begging me not to go with him,” I said picking my bag up. “I am going to see the royal family, since your father claims he has my mother locked away or she is dead he cannot keep up on his lie.” I sighed. “Maybe they can tell me where she is, and help me find her since everyone here has failed me.”

Rose asked “I also don’t know,” After thirty minutes, we arrived at their pack's territory. We’ve entered a trail of trees, I can smell the wind change and the number of wolves. As we go along I can see a big old stone mansion. “The palace used to be bigger than that, “ Caleb said, “After the human war it was destroyed and this is what is left,” he said. “It was also the same incident that moved the different titles for royals like us. But my people still call my father King and I, the prince,”

Calmly, I took out a golden badge and raised it above my head. This was a royal-exclusive badge, something only direct royal relatives could possess. The gold one in my hand was the Alpha King's personal insignia. Ignoring Peyton's stunned expression, I announced in front of everyone present, "In my capacity as the Alpha King's representative, I hereby declare that from this day forward, no pack is permitted to have any dealings with Matt White's pack." Matt's pupils shrank sharply as he glared at me. "Who do you think you are?! How dare you speak on the Alpha King's behalf!"