Bloody Royals:

The Bloody Royals Complete Series CORALEE JUNE Bloody Royals by CoraLee June Published by June Publishing www.authorcoraleejune.com Copyright © 2023 June Publishing All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without permission from the publisher, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law. For permissions, contact: [email protected] Cover design by Coralee June and Chaotic Creatives Edits by Helayna Trask with Polished Perfection Contents No Such Fling Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 No Such King Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Epilogue No Such Queen Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Epilogue No Such Ring Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Epilogue Thank you for reading! Acknowledgments About the Author Also by CoraLee June No Such Fling A BLOODY ROYALS PREQUEL Chapter One My affections for Augustus, the crown prince of Aldrich, felt like an inside joke, some humorous, cruel twist of fate I had to laugh through to survive. He was my best friend. My future king. But worst of all? He was a boy who liked to play with my heart. He smirked when I wore his favorite color. His chest swelled with pride when he held my trembling fingers. And last night? When we danced together at our favorite club, with slick sweat dripping down our skin, he left me to dance with some socialite with bigger breasts and a much bigger bank account. Love was a fickle thing, and August only liked receiving it. I supposed it was safer that way. He was too scared to let his heart loose. Was probably worried it would run off and leave him behind if given half the chance. We’d always been so close, but it seemed now every time we were together, August would come up with an excuse and push me away. I didn’t understand it. “Are you going to keep sulking in the corner, beautiful?” Atticus DuPont asked. He’d joined me in the library this morning to watch me study while scrolling on his cell phone. His dark hair was slicked to the side, and he left the top button on his crisp shirt undone. As August’s best friend, he got a front-row seat to every humiliating aspect of my crush. “I’m not sulking.” The sun was shining through a massive window, basking Atticus in light and highlighting a bruise the shape of fingers around his forearm. “Your pretty little mouth is pouty this morning. Might I keep it preoccupied with other things?” Atticus smirked at me while leaning forward to rest his arms on his knees. Atticus was always flirting with me. Always crossing some invisible line that I’d set. I wasn’t sure if he actually wanted me or not. He already had everything his heart desired, but it didn’t fill the void. I suppose chasing after August’s possessions fulfilled him somehow. And I did belong to August. My heart practically beat for the boy, and his parents took me in when my own died. I was the queen’s adoptive daughter. The king’s thorn in his side. The prince’s plaything. “You sure do have a fascination with my mouth lately,” I said, blushing at how impolite I was being. He didn’t really want me. He wanted the idea of me. “I do have a particular fondness for it, though I wish I were intimately acquainted with your lips.” I rolled my eyes and continued to take notes on the book I was reading. Atticus wasn’t going to let me sulk in peace, though. “You know, August will marry some rich heiress one day. Or maybe even a princess. The kingdom of Ovistra has been wanting to establish a lucrative alliance. Their daughter is the same age as us.” I scowled at that. It was true. I might have been a beloved member of the House of Rose, but I was nothing compared to a princess. “I’m not disillusioned, Atticus.” He licked his lips. “So why pine after him? Why him?” My eyes roamed his handsome face. There was the faint shadow of a bruise under his right eye. When I’d asked him about it last week, he’d said it was a business deal gone sour. He’d been working with his father more and more lately, taking on additional responsibilities and disappearing for days at a time. I didn’t understand what he was doing, but there was a dark edge to his personality as of late. The only time he seemed unburdened by it all was when we were alone together. “Why anyone?” I asked, my tone coy to hide the fact I was dying inside. “He’s a prick.” “He’s a nice person to me,” I argued. “It’s the little moments that make a man, Atticus. August was there for me when Mum and Papa died.” “I was there for you, too.” “He says kind things to me when it’s just us.” Atticus bit his lip. “Kind words are like air. They can’t feed you, protect you, or build you a home, Christine.” Shame made my chest tighten. “They’re still nice to hear.” He got up from his seat and walked over to me, the smell of his expensive cologne washing over me in waves. He crouched at my feet. “Is