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For a moment, it felt like everything might break open. But before anything could happen, before we could take one more step, the palace alarm chimed softly from the hallway. A royal news. We both froze. A voice rang through the hallway, clear and formal: “Attention. The wedding ceremony of Crown Prince Adrian will take place in three weeks. Official information will follow.” My blood turned cold. He turned white. I looked at him. “You knew about this?” He shook his head too fast. “No. I didn’t. I swear I didn’t.”

Mother took a deep breath, her eyes clouding over with a memory she had clearly tried to forget. "Eighteen years ago, your father and I were traveling through the Forbidden Woods during the Great Eclipse. The sky was pitch black and there was not a single star in sight. Along the way, we found a woman stumbling through the trees. She was beautiful, terrifyingly beautiful and with hair that shone like pure silver even in the dark." I froze. "The white hair..." "She was a queen of a powerful witch Coven," Mother continued, her voice shaking. "She was bleeding, hunted by the rogue hunters and she carried a child in her arms, wrapped in silk that glowed with ancient runes. She knew she wasn't go

he asked, pulling out a brochure of their activities. “We know what we want to do today.” Forrest chimed in. “Sign us up for the Dunn's Zip, ATV & Horseback Experience.” he smiled. “And also for the Taste of Jamaica Cooking Class and Estate Tour.” I added it because I know Riko, and I will love that. My brothers can deal.

The atmosphere smelt of luxury and affluence and from all the exotic cars packed here and there, I could tell the ceremony for the departed king is already underway. I have heard and read tales about the royal palace of the werewolf king, but looking at it right now, I could stare at the walls all day and still not be able to find the words to describe it. I start to imagine how living here would be like and a small smile curve my lips. It’s definitely going to be better than Eclipse. I stared at the flowers, and the scent of different powerful wolves filled my nostrils.

She just wanted to be alone with her loneliness. The girls cleared out after three minutes, but it felt like forever. So, she waited for Carol to come out for lunch. Since then, a few eyes had been turned her way. Some from the store and others from the street. She was a popular face to everyone who cared to read up on the royalty of Watford.

she said looking at me. I am a little confused as to what she is doing, maybe something happened in the woods and things are better between them. I guess this is something I am going to have to ask her later. I am sure there is a lot she is going to want to say to me. I hope she knows that he could turn on her, but I am hoping she is figuring things out. I don’t know what happened in the woods but I hope she has learned not to run again. “Well okay.” Marcus mused. “I guess that means the royal guard is coming back,” he said patting him on the pack.

Olivia Burns There was something wrong with me. With the baby. I could feel it. “Congratulations again on your betrothal Miss Burns, I must say having the royal heir from the Main city castle walls has been long awaited.” One of the council wolves boomed, his small, sharp pointy teeth flashing as he grinned at me and I forced a smile back onto my face. I felt Nikolai stiffen beside me and swallowed through the thick cobweb that had stretched tight around my windpipe.

While she remained mum about their previous spat, Neve did post a photo from an old drama titled ‘Forced Into Royalty’. Helma smirked. The show, ‘Forced Into Royalty’ revolved around a princess "claiming" her man against his will. The shared picture depicted a seemingly disgruntled hero and a gleefully scheming princess. Neve was dropping hints. Online detectives, always quick on the uptake, felt they had cracked the code. Believing Neve to be the instigator, Helma shifted her focus to the blueprints of the Westwood makeover. By afternoon, the chief of the Westwood renewal initiative returned. They had settled on a location for the Guller Group and King Group joint department. An old, spacio

He wants two of his forms to get the same thing. “Geez, let's stop talking about that.” “What? About mating?” “Oh, come on! Enough about that. We are in the city forest within the perimeter of the Royal Palace. Here are the graves of the predecessors of the Royal Family lay, it is not good to talk about such things here.” Now Sashal no longer even wonders how there are no guards in the city forest who have a grave site of such a high person so that they can walk around there casually. Rohan treats it as a shortcut from the palace ground to the heart of the capital.

What the hell does that mean? We passed a stretch of black SUVs parked outside a large iron gate at the edge of town. On the other side, a gravel path led to a massive estate. White stone. Ivy-covered balconies. Shining windows like eyes. “That’s the Draven estate,” Violet said. “Home of Ashwood’s royalty.” “Royalty?” I ask out of curiosity. “They own most of the land here. Including half the woods.” That’s when I saw him. Leaning against one of the SUVs, arms crossed, dark shirt rolled up to his elbows, a jawline sharp enough to cut glass.