The Wolf King's Bride In Disguise 소설 & 이야기

Another man stood with him… Carter, one of his oldest friends and former patrol Beta from Ashenclaw. I would have walked away normally. But then I heard her name. Aluna. I froze immediately. Wilson leaned heavily against the desk, rubbing a frustrated hand over his face while Carter watched him carefully. “You need to stop thinking about her,” Carter said quietly. Wilson laughed once. A bitter sound. “You think I don’t know that?” My stomach tightened instantly. Carter frowned. “She’s married now. She’s the Queen of Wolves.” “I know what she is,” Wilson snapped. Silence followed briefly.

the Duke was surprised to see the royal guard. "What are you..." "There is no time to explain things, His Grace. Let is fight this undead humans." the guard said, interrupting Edward. "Undead hu..." "Yes! I said they looked familiar! They were just like Harold whose body was used!" the Duke exclaimed as he used his hands that have been freed from the shackles to cover his mouth. "They were bewitched by your younger brother, Williams, to kill you." the royal guard said as he removed the last set of chains from the Duke's ankles.

My face burned with humiliation as he rifled through them like they were evidence of a crime. He picked up a royal blue dress, holding it up like it was some kind of proof. The fabric shimmered under the light, elegant and classy, though admittedly a little short. “What’s this?” he asked, his tone dripping with judgment. “It’s a dress,” I said, my voice rising. “What’s wrong with it?” Duncan’s gaze darkened. He tossed the dress to the ground, stepping over the scattered clothes as he came closer. “You’re going to be the Wolf Queen,” he said, his voice low and cold. “You need to carry yourself with dignity. I won’t forgive you if you embarrass me or betray me.”

She paid the fare and got off the car, facing the four security guards with a defiant look. "Miss, I'll tell you the truth. There have already been eight women claiming to be Mr. Windsor's wife coming to see Mr. Windsor this year, and you're the ninth," another chubby security guard tried to persuade her. "Let's go, we won't let you in!" "Someone is impersonating Oliver's wife?" Natalie couldn't believe it. What about all those rumors about Oliver outside? "Although Mr. Windsor's reputation outside is not ideal, he is still the legitimate heir of the Windsor family. Naturally, there are women who want to get close to him," the security guard said.

She asked curiously. ‘How does she not know what mate is?’ I was confused. I took a deep breath and replied confidently, “I am the Werewolf King and you are my mate. You are mine now” ‘Well, I can’t say I am the werewolf crown prince who is going to be king. It will sound childish. I am going to be Werewolf King in two weeks anyways, right?’ “What the hell! Werewolf King? Are you drunk? Did they hit you on your head?” She asked angrily and tried to move away but I tightened my grip on her hand.

Elena nodded. The rumors were correct, Wazir thought, of the warriors of the blood kingdom being likened to that of boulders. Compared to his soldiers, who looked like puny footguards when next to them. He looked back at his niece, still in awe that she married the blood king. She was the blood king's bride, making her the new queen of the blood kingdom. The more he turned and flipped over this fact in his head, the more the advantages became more explicit and more transparent.

Every wolf below stopped fighting to see the miracle. Grey looked upward. His blue eyes widened. With shocked. With admiration. But most of all, with dread as he saw his bought bride. — Citizens’ POV Above the battlefield... A young woman cloaked in cream sat upon the back of a black dragon. Golden-green light poured from her outstretched hands. Her hair danced wildly in the wind. Her eyes shone with golden light as though she was possessed. The entire kingdom bloomed beneath her command. Far below... The tiny green bud upon the Everlasting Tree finally opened into its first leaf.

When I went searching for him, I overheard Rook chatting with this friend. "I envy you, Rook," his friend said. "You were raised to inherit your pack, and now you’ve married Princess Rhea, the most beautiful woman from the Heavenly Wolf Pack. She’s completely devoted to you." Rook swirled his wine, his expression shadowed, his voice cold. "She’s not bad. I used to like her. But how could I love someone so easy? The thought of her drugging me and forcing herself into my bed disgusts me."

Or do I just call him Alpha king or majesty? “Those wolves who… sniffed me earlier. What were they?” I ask. “Oh, the Fanguards. They are wolves who protect our kingdom.” Kie explains. “They live deep in the forests but if they sense an attack, they howls and it is loud enough to shake all the lands for us to hear.” I frown. “So, they can’t turn?” “No, they can’t shift.” She corrects me gently. “Shift is the word we use. They were born as wolves and remain wolves. When they sniffed you, they approved you. It means you are truly and utterly the King’s mate. There’s no mistake in it.”

I exhaled, running my hands through my head as I sipped the wine again, victory tasted sweet, and now no one was able to stop me because my maid left no trace of everything I had planned out. “Are you not going to see her soon, you know how beautiful she is, and she will make a very lovely bride in your newly found park.” My wolf said to me with excitement in his tone. Well I was not in a hurry to do that, I was still in hiding,and I needed to find a way to get that up and that's all I can of my neck before he finally kills me. If I were to marry his supposed bride right now, he was going to come after me, so I preferred to lay low, keeping her as my prisoner until I was finally ready to ear