Royal Savage By Victoria Ashley นิยาย & เรื่องราว

As we sailed through the challenges that presented themselves before us, a surprising revelation shook the structures of the Danish royal family. A dark secret about the royal lineage was brought to light, leaving us perplexed and questioning everything we knew. Prince Alexander: I can't believe what I just found out, Giovanna. The truth about the royal family is shocking and disturbing. Giovanna: Alexandre, I know that this revelation shook your beliefs and questioned your trust in those around you. But remember that our love is stronger than any dark secret.

“I don’t know what you are Ashley, but there is obviously a reason I have been seeing you everyday for the past two weeks! Every night when I close my eyes, for some fucked up reason, you are always there, ALWAYS!” “Sorry!” “Sorry, sorry for what exactly, are you a witch? Are you trying to tell me something?” The ironic thing was that I was part witch, but I had no idea why Tasha was seeing me or how she even knew my name. “Well?” she snaps at me, pointing one of the weapons at me “I’m a….a…” There was no point lying “I’m a Royal” The weapon drops from her hand, landing in a pile of fallen leaves. Her jaw dropping as she stared at me.

The kind of stillness that came before a storm. And something cracked open inside me. My vision narrowed, locking on her face. Everything else, the room, the women, all blurred into nothing. Heat rushed to my chest, sharp and possessive, like something ancient had just woken up. My jaw clenched as I fought the instinct that surged like fire in my veins. One word echoed in my head. Loud and possessive. Absolute and undeniable. Mine.

And who was the other half stuck with? “Who’s the other idiot?” she asked, her voice tight, like it might snap. Roman’s mouth quirked, not quite grinning. “That’d be me.” It landed like a fist to her gut. She stared at him—this smooth-talking climber who’d kissed Dorian’s boots while she’d scraped by on cheap noodles and cheaper dreams. Fury flared, hot and ugly, but before she could tell him to choke on it, a black Rolls-Royce purred up the path, sleek as sin. The window rolled down, and there she was—Vivienne Ashford, Dorian’s widow, Sienna’s stepmother, blonde hair piled up like royalty, wrapped in fur despite the wet.

CASSANDRA Adalyn’s eyes lingered on me for a while, and for a moment, I felt like prey. The royal family all seemed to have that effect. They were the predators while the rest of us were just lucky to survive. Asher’s wife was even more beautiful than I’d remembered her to be. She was tall, with deeply tanned skin, straight dark brown hair that fell to her middle back, and an angular face with high cheekbones. Her amber eyes were framed by long, dark eyelashes, and her full lips were painted a dark red to match her dress.

With renewed determination, Ashier got up from his bed and prepare for the pack meeting, determined to figure out the identity of his mate and the reason for her danger. Ashier walked towards his wardrobe and opened the doors, revealing an array of fine clothing. He took out his royal robes. The robes were a deep shade of maroon, trimmed with gold embroidery that depicted the symbol of his pack. The robes were made of the finest silk, which felt soft and smooth against his skin. The robe was long and flowed elegantly as he walked. The robe was also embellished with intricate beading around the edges, giving it a regal appearance.

She was about to see the person's face when Evelyn jerked her hand away from her. “Stop being weird.” She scoffed and Ashley rolled her eyes. “He hit you? The Prince hit you didn't he? And this is the dress he bought for you, did he make you wear it?” Ashley asked angrily. “What?” “Yes, he hit you and someone was there, who was it? And why the hell didn't you fight back when you had the powers?” “Really Ashley? Are you insane? Fight back? Fight back Royalty?” “And so fucking what? Fuck Royalty, what he did to you was bad, he tried to rape me and you caught him, he should be on his knees begging you, aren't you his mate to be?” Ashley asked angrily and Evelyn sighed.

Knowing that the source of her jealousy would cease to exist after this day, Princess Regina felt an unprecedented rush of pleasure. Princess Regina was about to help his older brother to gouge out the Priestess’ heart when a soldier arrived to whisper something in her ears that made her malicious eyes brighten. She did not hesitate to follow the soldier with a nod of his royal father. And it did not take her long to arrive in a grassy slope wherein five of their soldiers are surrounding the slender and trembling figure of Asha Blood, one of the thorns in her heart. A deranged laugh spilled out of the beautiful face of Princess Regina as she jumped down the slope with a push of her soles. As

He froze halfway through reading them. “What the…” His jaw tightened. “Alpha Asher returned his king’s throne to Charles before he fought with Seraphina?” No wonder Charles had gone insane, searching for Asher at the Academy and suddenly regaining the aura of a king. “I dug deeper into Alpha Asher, and what I found is even more shocking!” Theo handed over another sheet of paper. “His mother, Luna Victoria, lost her pack before she gave birth to Asher. But she had a brother who hated this kingdom for their fall. He left this realm and built his own kingdom of werewolves, taking Alpha Asher with him when he was just ten. Alpha Asher is actually the Prince and the rightful King of that kingdom.