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Why does that name ring a bell? Oh, right. The Montgomery family are the founders of Mont Oil, one of the fastest growing oil conglomerates in London. I was right after all. Victoria does come from wealth. Throughout the dinner, Zakari makes it a point to ignore my existence. And it shouldn’t hurt, but it fucking does. My chest feels a bit funny as I drown my umpteenth glass of champagne. When I look up and spot his arm wrapped around Victoria’s waist, I take that as my cue to escape. One more second in this pretentious gathering and I might actually explode.

But I must say, this royal betrothal wasn’t bad at all… ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A/n This is where That Royal Betrothal ends, guys! Thanks, for following Zack and Zara to the end of their story. Please leave your REVIEWS on how you loved this book. My Other Books . . The Alpha’s Christmas Present – A Dark Werewolf Romance. . . Luna Serena - A Mafia Werewolf Romance . . . Badboy and Our Wrong Love - A Highschool Love Story

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"Put it in her food every chance you get. This will weaken her wolf and she might spill out all of her secrets to you" I took the bottle from her and nodded as I walked out of the office. I settled in my car and suddenly my conversation with Serena crossed my mind. *"Is that a cellphone?"* *"Yeah, don't you have one?"* *"Um, no, we aren't allowed. We are royals"* *"And?"* *"And?"* *"You are a royal, so?"* *"So, this is beneath us. The human-made things are beneath us"* *"You came to school in a car?"*

she scolded. “I am not a kid!” I pointed out not liking that she is scolding me even in my twenty fifth year. “Yes! Which means you need to be careful before doing anything. We are the Royals so need to act like them.” she mumbled frowning at me. “Your both grandparents were the Royals, Mom. We are just normal people.” I commented, staring at her. “Is it so? Then why do you always say ‘I am the Prince of Ivaan’ to everyone for doing some normal corporate businesses?” she questioned with a raised eyebrow.

I wonder if wolves have books in my language. For the first time I think that perhaps I could learn your language to occupy my days until the best moment presents itself for my plan. I need to wait until my blood stops flowing before receiving visitors, but after all, when the door finally opens, it is not the pleasant Reeina who appears, but the stranger, the Prince of wolves. I'm in bed, braiding my hair, when he walks in. His stature is even more imposing and menacing than I remembered. Maybe because he was covered in so many dark, metal-filled clothes.

It was just that in every story in the grimoire, they were never the good guys. Logan did not even answer, he just walked on with such emergence. The closer we got, the faster he walked. I was running at that point, the vampires holding Logan’s pace. To them it felt like a slow walk since they were naturally fast beings and there I was, jogging after Logan. It was an hour, a full hour to make it through to the royal court which was the exact opposite to where we were coming from. It had a wall separating it from the royal village.

“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.

I crave this kind of power with everything I have As soon as he is gone, I walk toward the door. This is when a new thought comes to me. Alfonso is here, in my pack, under my roof. He's powerful, yes, but he's also alone. And accidents can happen to anyone. Nobody is above unfortunate accident , not even the alpha king