Novel & Cerita Swallowed My Crown

the owner explained as he attempted to put it on me. I immediately stepped back and put my hand in front of me. “I am not wearing that. And I don’t believe that it is truly called that,” I protested. I continued, “I think the real name of it is the crown of shame and embarrassment.” Benjamin cleared his throat before he called my attention. His eyes begged for me to close my mouth and to simply go along with it. ‘Ugh! The things I do for Benjamin!’ I thought to myself. I snatched the crown from the man and slammed it onto my head. I headed for the door with a huff.

The crown isn’t just settling now. It’s waking up.

“If you take the crown, the duel ends. You will have the power to stop them both. You will have the power to save him.” I looked at Malachi. He was failing. My mother was preparing a final, killing blow, her hands glowing with a blinding silver light. "MALACHI!" I screamed. I didn't think about the consequences. I didn't think about the Void. I bolted toward the pedestal. As my hand closed around the bone crown, a shockwave of energy blasted outward, throwing both Malachi and my mother against the walls. The room went silent. The crown didn't just sit on my head; it sank into my skin, the purple crystals embedding themselves into my forehead. The pain was unlike anything I had ever felt—it f

As he slammed his hard slammed his massive length In my with full force hitting some spots. Then again His tongue took the advantage and devoured my mouth. His hold on my throat tightened as his thrust Got faster and deeper. Breaking the kiss with a sloppy sound. Hmmmmph hummmph! He wrapped my legs around his torso, So he could go in me more. I felt my body tensing up. His hand was tightened firmly on my throat as his other hand Gave my left bosom a rough squiz making my jolt, and he also felt it. I closed my eyes. My lips had swollen badly.

Having so many voices inside your head at once can be daunting, especially if you don’t know how to block them out. ‘Welcome to the pack, beautiful.’ ‘Thank you,’ She whispered into our mind-link. Once Anja was back with me, I turned and retrieved the crown of the Queen – one my mother wore once upon a time. The crown I wear is large, platinum, and engraved with wolves howling to the moon. Anja’s is smaller and encrusted with white and clear jewels, perfect for my mate. Goddess, it makes her lightly tanned skink glow! As I placed it upon Anja’s head, her eyes closed for a moment, allowing the crown’s power to fill her veins.

Not a single denial. I inhale slowly. Then I do the one thing none of them expect. I take the crown off. The crown felt heavier in my hand than it ever had on my head. “I don’t want it.” The confession landed harder than any shout. The room fractures with gasps. “Alpha King—” “Don’t.” The word snaps like a blade. “I don’t want a crown that costs me my family.” My grip tightens around the gold until it bites into my palm.

It’s like my body is burning from the inside out. I try to keep it hidden. The last thing I need is more whispers—“the prince is losing his mind,” “the crown is cursed,” or whatever other nonsense they come up with. So I swallow it down. Most days, I almost succeed. Today, though, I’m close to breaking.

“Two days ago, Alexander personally took her to a private jeweler. Measurements, design consultations—he stayed the entire time.” My heart clenched. “There’s more,” Ethan continued. “And it gets worse.” “I accessed her private cloud. Password was Alexander’s birthday.” Inside were photos. Hundreds of them. I opened the file he sent. The album was titled: My Knight. The most recent post was dated two days ago. He said this crown belongs only to me. Just like him. Next week’s family dinner—he promised to give me a name. The image showed an exquisite bridal crown— diamonds and sapphires set in a constellation pattern.

She glared at me again, looking at me like I was a common cockroach. "Regardless, you laid hands on me. You just ruined your career. I’ll have Lorenzo call the Chief of Medicine personally. You’ll never hold a scalpel again as long as you live!"

She was playing for the crown, the one they had buried her for. "Alaric," she whispered to the empty room. "I hope you enjoyed your peace. Because I’m coming for everything."