Reece King の小説・ストーリー

“And how will that work now that you’re fired?” “I was actually thinking about this last night, and I realized I made a mistake. I’ll go back to the king and apologize and–” “The King?” he cuts me off, his brows furrowing. Oh no! “He is the alpha king–” “Well not for long. That’s why I need him gone as soon as fucking possible. I’m supposed to be the alpha of this pack by now.” “Ryker, I understand that, and all I'm saying is–”

I ran into her embrace, she held me tight like I was going to vanish the next minute, her grey uniform smelled of coal, I held her close, my body melting into hers. “You've changed so much”. She ran her hand through my face rubbing on it like she wanted to pull it open, I pulled back. “Mira”. My voice was barely above a whisper. She turns slowly like she was being monitored, my brows narrowed. “Sera. You talked back to the king. On your knees. In front of the whole court. Are you on a death wish?”. “Mira I asked a question”. “The entire east wing is calling you a weak omega with a death sentence hanging over her head”. She looked at me hard.

"Perhaps a match with Princess Catherine? Her lineage is impeccable, and her presentation as an alpha last spring ensures—" "The King's lineage requires no supplementation from a lesser house," a cool, smooth voice interrupted. The chamber went instantly still. Arthur’s gaze flicked involuntarily toward the end of the table. Regent Malakor sat there, draped in black and silver, his posture relaxed in a way that screamed absolute authority. He hadn't touched his wine. He hadn't touched his parchment. He had spent the last hour simply watching.

A black Rolls-Royce turned onto the estate road. Then another. Then a third. Dukia shifted closer to the trunk of the tree. She was already in much trouble of her own, she didn’t need to borrow anymore. The lead car stopped few feet from where she was crouched and a man in his sixties stepped out, wearing a black suit. He carried an umbrella and walked directly to where Dukia was huddled beside the tree. “Miss Goven,” he said. “My name is James. I am the head butler of the Goven family. Your grandfather has been searching for you for years now.”

Oh, damn, it's one hell of a body. I heard a loud cough and looked up at the man sitting on the throne looking like a god. "You may rise, my men." He spoke to Kay and Kane, they both rose from their bowing positions and nodded at their 'leader'. "We have found her, my king." Kay spoke looking at the solid ground in front of him. King... What the hell? "Good job, Kay. You are dismissed." Kane and Kay left the room, closed the doors after them and left me alone with the hottest species in the fucking universe. Fuck, I really should stop thinking with my vagina.

"Well yes he's the highest rank in a pack like mine but there is something that is a higher rank than your uncle." "What would that be?" "That would be the Alpha King. There are three of them in America. America is spilt into three territories. There is the west side, central and then there is us as the east side territory." "Wow, three kings but why so many?" "Well America is a pretty big country. Usually in country has only one well expect Africa. I think there is at least seven but I'm not sure." "Who's the royal family here?" "Well, its King Alexander Heinrich, Queen Aurora, Prince Marcus, Princess Alexandria, Princess Kiara, Princess Dannica, Prince Daniel and Damir that are identical t

Leo stated after he chuckled at me. “I tell you. If they think you love them, they will follow you to the end of the world,” I added before an announcement was going on. I was listening to it before I was not giving a shit about it. “Presenting His Royal Highness, King Aaron Remes and Her Royal Highness, Princess Katherine,” the announcer said before the King spoke as I was looking at the food.

“I’m sorry, madam. I’m just a driver. But maybe you should visit and see some places that play huge significant value to the history of Capria.” “See? You’re not just a driver. Tell me about the King?” “Ahh. America has no monarch, yeah? The first king was King Kamrun—” “Who?” “King Kamrun of Braynburg?” “Oh, and the current King?” “He’s critically ill.” His people must love the King if he didn't rule like in that 15th-century monarchies. “I’m sorry to hear about that.” My chest felt hollow. “The Prince apparent is Prince Isodore, Duke of Burkhese. You should visit Burkhese. It’s a great place, surrounded by the ocean. If you want to visit a little bit colder than Winterbourn, try Guardion.