Royal Sex Novels & Stories

“Can we get on with today's bills?” The assistant royal secretary brought out the several scrolls that had been untouched for the past few weeks, but were still relevant. He picked the first scroll. “This is actually scary, but very important.” He stated, clearing his throat. “Your Majesty, as one people, we ask in unity that you take a Queen with wolf roots as the current Queen has been unable to bear you a child.” He read out, and they all turned to Hyacinth. Of course, we don't have a child. We have not even tried for one.

This was my one and only chance at having my mate finally. With the royal beta duties, my job was not only to care for the execution of our pack but also oversee the decisions of other packs coming under the king's rule. This kept me so engaged, I never had time for meaningless flings or affairs. Especially knowing that my mate was out there, I waited. But how was it even possible? As far as I had heard, werewolves were only supposed to have werewolf mates. Then why her? How?

I buried my nose in her silky hair as I tightened my arm around her waist. My business ruled the world. We're called Royal. I'm better in business compared to my younger brother, James. Truthfully, I don't allow anyone near me. I don't even remember after f****** a woman. But she's something - raw fire. Her glimpse ignited me. I hired a lady last night. So, I could get rid of her, this unwanted wedding. But now, I'm certain. I'm not letting her go.

“What do you want, Fiona?” She glared down at him, wearing her customary lemon face. He didn’t think he’d ever seen her smile. “I simply wanted to remind you that as a member of the Royal family of Montrovia, you’re obligated to marry someone of similar status. A lowly American with no breeding and no sizable wealth is certain to be unacceptable.” He gritted his teeth as he glared up at her, mimicking her fierce frown. “My personal life is my business, not yours. You work for Barret, not me.”

Some Royals are lucky enough to find their destined mate as another royal, and some don't really mind if their mate turns out to be a normal human. Some don't mind too, but their family pressures them to reject their normal mate and find a werewolf with royal blood instead. And as for the ones born in prestigious and a strong royal blood, they're advised since from a young age to reject their mates if they turn out to be of no royal blood, and find another of royal blood to marry.

He told our entire family the story of how he announced me as Lady Viktoria even though it wasn’t allowed, since I would never become queen, and how he was convinced that I had a destiny and he didn’t care what the rules said. Those rules haven’t just changed nowadays. We completely obliterated them when first me and then Melissa gave birth to male vampires and all of us survived. If you had to look at the science of it, I am sure the fact that we were mated to wolves made a huge difference, but for the first time in a long time, the royal children were born out of the royal family and not a poor concubine who had to give up her child. I walked with my father to the balcony and we looked out

“It wouldn’t have bothered me. So, how does a member of the royal family get demoted to Omega?” “Well,” Adam starts. “The King is my cousin, but he lost his mate similarly to Reynolds. The king can’t be faithful to one female. He has a harem of thirty or forty, mostly females who have lost their mate to death. A couple who rejected their mates for some reason. So, the King is a little unstable. The council floated the idea of me as heir. But I was unmated, so I was going to be sent to the Mating Ball last year. But the King made the law about any Lycan mated by the goddess to anything other than Lycan cannot mark without royal approval.” “So, we could have met last year?” I ask.

"Not all. Some royals were rejected by their mates. I mean not everyone ends up with what the Goddess of the Moon match up." ‘Come on, only half breed royals and regular wolves’ don’t end up with their mates. You are a full breed royal your mom and dad have been together for more than a century before they had you. Your mom was already a full blood royal then so there is no way that you would not end up with Sebastian. Stop trying to stop the inevitable.’

"What are you talking about?" "The Rite of the Crimson Seed," Dorian said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur. "It’s a piece of blood-alchemy. It allows a Royal of your lineage to... plant a spark. In anyone, regardless of their sex. It requires a potion made from your own blood, and a night of... absolute surrender." I felt a chill run down my spine, but it wasn't fear. It was interest and hope. "You mean I could...?" "You could make him the mother of your heirs, Julius," Dorian finished. "And in this Kingdom, the mother of a Royal Prince cannot be 'just a Knight.' He would have to be your Consort. Your husband. Permanently."

I ask, breaking the silence between us. “A wonderful thing. It will perfectly fit me.” “So, for royalties, it’s a good thing…” I whisper. I raise my knees and hug them to my chest. It’s the same with Theo. He always says that he’s happy with our mate bond. “Not all royal bloods. I only find it wonderful because of my special case. Imagine wanting to have sex with a woman most of the time. Even if I don’t know her that much or even if I can hear her thoughts. I am sure my kingdom will be ecstatic. New heirs will come out every year. I might probably name them by alphabet. So that when they queue up to greet me, it will be easier for me to remember each of them.”