Royally Not Ready Novels & Stories

I never thought being with him would be this good. To be honest, I never knew what to expect when I was around him. What can you even begin to expect from someone who is goddamn royalty? You can never be ready for what you are going to get. He keeps you enticed. Wondering. Walking on your tippy toes. Eyes open. Mouth slightly agape.

Hello guys With this arc titled "Battle for the seven kingdoms" we are slowly approaching the end of His Royal Breeder. Feeling very emotional. Thank you all for your support guys. The sky was now as black as ink. The only light came from the orange torches on the high stone walls as thousands of soldiers stood ready. They held silver spears and heavy shields. The air was so quiet you could hear a leaf fall. Then, the ground started to shake. Thump. Thump.

“No! The Arch is now working in another way. It’s lets in high-born people, and that’s all. If you don’t belong to, at the very least, a low-ranking noble family, you can’t get into the castle.” At that moment, I realized something, “It won’t let me in for sure. I don’t have a title.” My shoulders drooped. Reive inclined his head, without looking away from me, “Little one, please remember one thing. If Reive Eridanus invites you somewhere, it means you only have to agree. The rest is up to him.” His voice was soft but firm. A cloud of butterflies flittered around somewhere inside me. “That means we’ll get into the royal celebrations anyway?”

“Marcus… stop this.” I raised a brow. “Stop what?” “This obsession,” she snapped, though her voice trembled slightly. “Over some girl who isn’t even of any royalty. She has no standing, no noble blood. She isn’t worth your throne, your strength, or your time. Yet you cling to her as if she defines you.” Her words struck me like a whip across my back. The sheer audacity of them made my blood boil. My jaw clenched, my fists curling so tightly my knuckles turned white.

The announcement hit the room like a physical blow. Instantly, a chaotic wave of different reactions exploded across the table. Marcus and Lily smiled brightly, Lily letting out a soft, excited gasp. Luke nodded with a firm look of approval. But across the room, the reaction was pure venom. Tanya's face went completely pale, her fingers gripping her silver fork so tightly her knuckles turned white. Elder Richard slammed his hands flat on the table, his chair scraping loudly against the stone floor as he stood up. "Three days, Alpha King?" Richard argued, his scarred face twisting with anger. "A royal ceremony takes months to prepare! The pack elders need to review her background, the high co

I ordered. "That won't be possible, The Queen demands your presence"

Standing in front of the mirror, adjusting my Royal Black Union jacket, I turn to my Beta, "Ready." Beta Kirk chuckles, "there's still an hour before the actual Union." I laugh as I slap his shoulder, "let's go, I want to mingle with as many people as I can so when my Queen arrives they all leave me alone and allow me to just adore her." He shakes his head, "yes your Majesty."

Translation for I’ll make you my queen whenever you’re ready. Which was a smart move because I know I’m not ready, I’ve never even see myself becoming a princess talk less of ruling the entire werewolf world by his side. That’s heavy and something I need to prepare and be ready for. He had told me the only way he can help is have me adjust to the ways of royalty, hence why I’m enrolled into training sessions three hours per day after breakfast. So far since that started I’ve learned quite a bit about royal life, and I’m adjusting really well.

I buried my nose in her silky hair as I tightened my arm around her waist. My business ruled the world. We're called Royal. I'm better in business compared to my younger brother, James. Truthfully, I don't allow anyone near me. I don't even remember after f****** a woman. But she's something - raw fire. Her glimpse ignited me. I hired a lady last night. So, I could get rid of her, this unwanted wedding. But now, I'm certain. I'm not letting her go.

"She is a big fan of the races, but she couldn't go this year, something about your aunt. Whatever. So, she stuck to stalking the social pages of one of her favourite racers. Bob...something. Don't remember his name, but I see it rings a bell." Well, that was a terrible stroke of luck. "You can imagine her shock when she can't get over the nagging feeling that she knows the young woman two rows up the staircase. You haven't changed too much, angel. Still beautiful as ever." "Where's Dad? I suspect he'd have liked to witness this spectacle." "Your father has many preparations to make. Our lost princess is coming home—" "Never." "He has to get your room clean and prepare for your marriage. We