Series: Lords of Rathe Series by Meagan Brandy
Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 98580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Do those exist here?
I don’t know, but either way, I bet she’s mega powerful and that’s exactly what the crown requires. Money and power and beauty.
I’ve only got one of those, so again, it shouldn’t be hard to score the lowest on the list of future royal baby makers.
But then I face forward, unintentionally locking eyes with the future King and suddenly... I’m not so sure.
Seventeen
Knight
There’s a new girl.
Of course, there’s a fucking new girl. If London, when she still had all her memories, thought she was getting rid of one of the women who could potentially be mine, she was mistaken.
The thought of her jealousy, of her being possessive over a man she hates has my cock twitching in the stupid fucking suit I can't wait to peel off.
I'd like to peel that leather off her.
I'd take my claws and hold them out before her so she could watch as their length grows into sharp points that could cut through her with zero effort. I would drag them down the front of that devilish black corset, reveling in the sight of it popping open, and her tits bouncing free, but I wouldn't stop there. I would keep going straight down, over her mound and lower until I could push up, right into her tight pussy and it is tight. It's so fucking tight.
“Bro.”
My eyes slide left, and Sin lifts a dark brow, his gaze snapping to where I'm hard beneath my slacks. I simply bring my drink to my lips, downing it and then look forward once more.
Sinner's chuckle is low, but he swallows it when Mother snaps her head over her shoulder with a glare.
“As I was saying,” Mother speaks slowly, turning back to the floating image she threw up before us. “Her name is Ivana. She’s a shifter. Youngest in her family and daughter of one of our own.”
I stare at the face on the screen.
She’s attractive. The exact girl I would have sought out for a night of raw fun.
Her hair is long and as black as can be. Her skin slightly darker in color, but it’s her eyes that have me leaning forward in my seat. Her irises are grey as coal, lips painted in my favorite shade—blood red.
I try to imagine my cock between them, to picture her hair wrapped around my fist, but just as it comes to fruition, the hair turns white, the eyes frosting over, and I curse to myself.
“So, she’s Stygian born?” Creed confirms. “Familiar with the ways of Dark magic?”
Mother smiles proudly, her chin raising. Her eyes glow bright for a moment, and she nods. “Familiar with, advocates for, and holds the most power amongst her peers at Rathe U.”
“It sounds like you’re picking favorites, Mother.” Legend frowns.
“I am.” She dips her chin slightly, flinging her black nails out and the image disappears. Her eyes narrow now, and I know what’s coming. “What happened today at the gardens?”
“I tapped into royal magic to manipulate London's mind.”
“Good. That little bitch was getting out of control.”
I keep my expression cool, nodding slowly. “Yes, she was. It shouldn't be a problem any longer.”
“You mean we don't have to worry about her trying to kill everyone at every turn and becoming the daughter everyone expected the spawn of The Slasher to be?” A strange expression crosses my mother's face, one I've never noticed before but can't read.
Or maybe I haven't been paying close enough attention…
“Exactly.” I agree.
“She no longer remembers she’s Knight's mate,” Sinner offers what I can’t bring myself to say.
Mother looks at me, my mask in place, and then her shoulders fall the slightest bit. “Son…” she whispers, coming over and placing her hand on mine. “That must have been a difficult task.” Her eyes gloss over slightly. “But it goes to show the strength you have. You were meant to be the King of Rathe, my boy, and what a King you will make.” Her palm comes up, resting on my cheek.
I don’t say a word but jerk my chin in acknowledgment, and a soft smile curves her lips.
It’s gone the moment the door across the room is thrown open, Silver and his father, my father's number one guard, and closest friend, enter.
Both pause, bowing their heads and waiting to be addressed.
“Speak,” my mother demands.
Vicente looks at her and then the four of us. “There is a lead on King Arturo’s murderer. We must go now if we wish to capture the shifter before he flees.”
The four of us fly from our chairs, but Mother throws her hand out to block us. “I will not send my sons into danger.”
“Psshhh...” I mutter beneath my breath. Since when?
“Please, Mother.” Sinner rolls his eyes, stepping beyond her and we follow.
Vicente throws up a portal and steps back, my brothers already climbing through, but I look to Mother.