The Consort Novels & Stories

Lia: The consort hall was nothing like the infirmary. And having been born in one, I knew well what it was to live in such a lavish place. Everything here was too polished. Quiet. Elegant. Soft light, expensive fabrics, controlled footsteps. A place built to soothe an Alpha’s temper and hide sharp things behind silk. It was a place where women who were trained to please those who owned them, and in this case, it was the Alpha unless he chose to give one to one of his other wolves.

She was frustrated, but she couldn't hide the truth either. Still, she could just keep making things up as it comes along! "Yes, she's the Princess of Ambrosia, and her fiance is the oil baron Tom Grayson. However, I heard that he's only going to be appointed as consort even with all his money and power, so the same will happen with Jasper if he sticks with her." Although Nora was hoping to pull Quincy to her senses by using the issue of 'consort', Alison had enough. "Just shut up already!" Alison snapped. "It's not even any of your concern—are we telling you to marry Renee here?! You may be Jasper's mentor, and I can respect you for that, but keep stirring up trouble and I will destroy you!

He noticed me do so and said, "Hey, Gemma Brooks, I'm sorry about earlier." I offered a brief smile. "It's alright." "Maybe we can talk after dinner?" I opened my mouth to naively agree, but Raisa said sweetly, "We would love to." Rian observed her, and I did not like the spark of interest in his gaze, there and gone in an instant, and I already knew would Raisa notice it too. "What a way to introduce yourself…?" "Raisa Marigold, former consort of Connor Herrick."