Sofia The First Forever Royal Novels & Stories

My blood boiled upon knowing who she was. “Sofia,” Aurora mentioned my name and the way she did that, it's as if that she's mocking on me. I know what she wants. To disturb the hell of me. “What do you want?” I asked on my cold tone, and she just grinned towards me like an evil. “I just wanted to ask you about you being a drama queen?” She asked and that made me to grit my teeth on her. “I'm not a drama queen, Aurora. You should not forget that I am still the Alpha's wife, and you're disrespecting me.” I barked on her, but she just laughed.

I murmur, almost begging for an answer that makes sense. His lips brush my ear as he replies: “Everything. But we can start with your body, baby.” A violent shiver runs down my skin as his hands slide over my shoulders, firm, possessive. I tremble. He tilts his head, and his lips find my neck, spreading heat and danger. “Did you accept my deal?” he asks against my skin. “What deal?” my voice falters. He chuckles softly, biting the curve of my neck. “Keep being mine away from everyone, and no one will ever know about us, Sofia.”

“You must be tired now, I will ask the maids to prepare your bath and sleep well, alright?” Andry said. “I will wake you up tomorrow morning to start the training.” “Alright.” “You called for me, sir?” Niel appeared in the king's office. “Yes, I will need you for something. Come in and sit down.” “What is it about?” “What do you know about Azuria?” the king asked. “Azuria?” the secretary furrowed his eyebrows. “It is a big country, and also a part of the richest ones in the world. Their king is Edward and his sister princess Iris rules by his side.”

Sofia sighed, projecting her voice so every single pack member could hear her feigned sweet sympathy. She stepped out of the shadows, gliding gracefully toward the dais. "We all know a pack of feral rogues tore her apart. It is a tragedy, yes, but rogues kill our kind every day. We should be celebrating our future, not dragging us back into the past." Without waiting for a response, Sofia took Martha's trembling hand and pressed it against her own pregnant belly. "For example," Sofia purred, casting a cunning, condescending side-glance at me, "why do you not tell the pack what you see for the royal heir I am carrying?"

Then he went very still. "Zeus," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Look at this." Carved faintly into the bark, so small I nearly missed it, was a symbol. I knew that mark. I had seen it exactly once before, buried in a sealed archive I hadn't opened in decades, half-erased alongside every other trace of a woman the kingdom had spent two hundred years trying to forget. It was the mark of the First Sovereign herself.

Sofyia screeched. “You are not wrong Sofyia, however, there is a lot more to your family than even you two know. Many years ago, each of the Lycan kingdoms had girls born to them. They were hoping that each would find their mates with the opposite Lycan kingdom. When this did not happen the kings at the time arranged marriages between their oldest son and one of the princesses. The princesses, who were best friends, did not agree with this. They agreed to run away together. They believed in the mate bond and did not want anyone but their fated mates. These two princesses would have been the current kings great-great-great –grandmothers. Both found their fated mates. One of the princesses fo

Alexander acts this way because his wife, the love of his life, died a few years ago, leaving him with Morgana when she was still young. Only the father and daughter live in the huge mansion. Alexander doesn't want to remarry, but he goes out with other women just to appease his body's desire. Alexandre smiles as he watches his little princess parade. Of all the other models, his daughter is the most qualified and the most beautiful. Security guards are scattered around the venue. Some were close to Alexandre and others on stage and disguised in the crowd. In thirty years of working in the stock market and fashion, he has made some powerful enemies.

CHAPTER 14 Sophia. I never knew alpha was this warmth hearted person, he’s so gentle with me, he placed a kiss on my forehead for the first time, which means he’s in love with me. My wishes finally come true, I am bound to be his mate and queen. The Luna of his kingdom.

“The reason I took you down here was to show you these pictures. This way, you will be able to recognize them later tonight. This first one here is of King Carlo, father of Prince Marco.” Sabrina looked at the picture of the man and instantly saw the resemblance to her lover. He had the same nose and sharp eyes. In the picture, the King was seated on a golden throne with a red velvet seat. He was wearing a dark blue robe, with intricate yellow designs sewn into it. The King's hair was white, but just as thick as his young son's. It took her a moment, but she recognized one of the photos from her interview as him. “He looks a lot like Marco,” Sabrina whispered, just loud enough for Winston to

In a large, brilliant neon advertisement, the representative face of Romance Homie was Henry Jackie, a top model. Henry has long, narrow eyelids, a sharp slant, pale skin, and looks as if this fashion brand was born for him. The shirt has narrow, horseshoe-shaped sleeves, tight against the slender body, and a long tie embroidered with a honey bee, the symbol of Napoleon's power. From a distance, Henry Jackie looked like a vampire duke, his beauty filled with a sense of illness. "What a witty Vampire Duke of the East!" In Henry Jackie's first year on tour in Milan, one photographer commented.