Royal Savage By Victoria Ashley นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Everyone in the graveyard who had been forced to their knees by Madness’ sheer dominating gravity, got to their feet without a trace of resistance. All eyes, just as confused as mine, were on Asher. The fragile hope budding in my chest burst into a wildly pounding heart as my eyes locked on the throne. Like a blood-stained pearl peeling free from the petals of a black rose, the shadows unfurled from Asher. His Alpha coat and shirt hung in shreds, exposing a chest and abs wrecked with claw wounds so deep they were disturbing to look at. Throne greedily gobbled his blood, sparing not a single drop.

Vashi said with contempt, her gaze ice cold. "Queen Micah." Tamar suddenly walks up to them. Vashi was a bit taken aback; the lady in front of her was the famous Queen Micah she had been hearing about. She turns to face Micah, then says… "The queen that cares." She purred. "These were the very words roaming around the streets of Decreash for days." Vashi smiled slyly. Micah simply shifted her attention to Tamar for a fleeting second. "Let me entertain you with wine, Vashi. Come with me." Micah said, slightly lifting up her purple gown, it had a zip running from her neck down to her chest, then a golden embroidery on the waist and collar of the dress.

It was time to take an oath, and seal my choice to become a member of Raventhorne pack. There was no turning back now. Asher placed the small wooden box on the table before me. He opened it to reveal a crooked dagger with a bright crimson crystal at its top. Its gold handle was lined with what I could only describe as thin black veins. “Take it. Give yourself a cut,” he instructed. After a moment of hesitation, I picked up the dagger and brought the sharp edge to my hand giving myself a nick.

I can see how much he wants me, the tip of his cock poking out the top of the band of his shorts already glistening with pre cum. “Did you like me acting like a savage?” I breathe his eyes glinting amber as he nods, unable to voice a response. “I like you being a savage as well … alpha,” I purr and I see him snap whatever control he had. He grips my ankle tight pulling my leg taught whilst his other hand unleashes his claws he trails them from my mouth, down my neck before he adds more pressure splitting the fabric of my sports bra so my breasts bounce freely my nipples already peaked as I gasp for air. Fuck.

Leaving Julia to calm her frantic scent, Elowyn leaps down from the frame and marches toward the massive oak threshold. From the shadow of the royal pillars, Lucan Ashcroft strides forward into the morning mist. Even though his massive, battle-scarred frame is draped in a simple, unadorned gray tunic and dark leather trousers, the crushing weight of his royal alpha lineage radiates from his skin like a physical blow.

Whispers moved through the ranks like wind through dry leaves. Ashley stood at the edge of the circle, wrapped in a heavy fur cloak Damien had draped over her shoulders before he was taken to the arming chamber. The white silk gown from the night before lay discarded in the tower; now she wore simple wool leggings, boots, and a long tunic beneath the cloak. The bite mark on her neck pulsed steadily, a living reminder of what had changed forever. She touched it absently, fingers tracing the raised edges where his teeth had broken skin. It no longer hurt. Instead it felt warm, almost comforting, like a second heartbeat synced to his.

"You're building an ancient bloodline out of a coincidence and a girl who nearly drowned in the Merisa pond yesterday." "I'm building a theory out of evidence, which is what you pay me to do," Victoria said, entirely unbothered by my tone, which was one of the reasons she'd kept her position through three alphas and a war. "Her mother's maiden name was Ashgrove. Does that mean nothing to you?" It meant something. I didn't like that it meant something. "Ashgrove was one of the surnames the twelve alphas were hunting during the purge. You know that as well as I do."

his warm breath fanned against my neck. “Ryder,” my uncontrolled breathing affected my speech. He pulled away from me instantly, much to my disappointment. “I’ll have you all night,” he declares, stepping back from me and his words sending a shiver of excitement across my body. I took a hurried shower and dressed up in a haste, dreading my meeting with the werewolf king again. I tried to keep my outfit simple, yet classy. For every time I have seen the king, I made sure to take extra care with my dressing. Appearance mattered a lot to the royals.

His blood. “Shouldn’t you be fighting back?” Camille taunted. “How disappointing. And you call yourself an alpha’s mate?” She brought her already bloody claws down forcefully to slash at Ryan’s back. Blood gushed out. “I honestly thought we were going to fight. But I guess this is going to be a kill. Works for me just fine.” She sneered but surprisingly, never went for the kill.

“I’m not scared of death.” “Aren’t you?” I smiled at her coyly. The same kind that made her mad. “Everyone is scared to die, Sofia.” “You’re a bully. You just enjoy toying with me.” “Didn’t you know? It’s my hobby.” I teased her. “Now, are you going to tell me the truth about your background or do I have to force it out of you?” I applied more of my weight into her body, my cock turned harder, balls tight. “I have a lot of ideas for you. They don’t call me a Savage Alpha for nothing.”