Royally Claimed
Madison Faye
Royally Claimed
Triple Crown Club: Book 2
Madison Faye
Contents
Royally Claimed
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
Epilogue
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Epilogue
Sharing Beauty
Chapter 1
Taken Three Times
Taken Three Times
Author’s Note:
Mailing List
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
Epilogue
Royally Claimed
I’m about to get royally screwed.
They’re dominant, gorgeous, wealthy, and actual real-life royal princes.
And they want me.
It’s every girl’s dream to find her prince charming, but what happens when she finds three of them?
…what happens when they say like to share?
They say they come as a package deal. They say they’re going to give me one night from my wildest, darkest, most forbidden fantasies. And they promise they’re make me scream their names until I’m begging for more.
But only if dare.
Ever heard the fairytale about the girl who get’s her heart claimed by three princes?
Yeah, me neither.
…But I think I’m about to.
*Please note that each of the Triple Crown Club books are completely standalone stories centered around one heroine, with no cliffhangers.
Royally Claimed is a modern fairytale involving three utterly obsessed alpha heroes and enough insta-love, kindle-melting steam, and sugary-sweetness to make you melt. For real, you guys, the insta-love in this one is out of control! This mfmm romance is all about her – no m/m. If you love over-the-top, slightly unrealistic, and wildly dirty stories, this one’s for you! HEA with NO CHEATING!
Chapter 1
Anya
I was no princess.
When this whole thing started — before the heat, and the rush, and the ecstasy and danger and the scandal, I was just me. I was around royalty, and had been since I was little, being the head of affairs for my best friend, Princess Adele White of Berne. But I wasn’t royalty.
I guess it was the re-naming ceremony where this whole thing began. It was about a week before the now-infamous suitors ball at King Lucian’s palace in Avlion, and I was with Adele at the re-naming ceremony of the royal library in the capital of Berne. It’d previously been named after some Duke from hundred of years ago who had — well, nobody quite remembered what he’d done to get his name on a building, which is why Adele’s father, King Lorne was re-christening it to “The Royal Library of Berne.”
Much more fitting.
And of course, in true fashion, it was quite the royal affair. News stations, tabloid magazine reporters, bloggers, and everyday people who wanted to get a glimpse of the royal life crowded the stands to watch King Lorne’s speech on the front steps. After the speech though, there was the elegant celebratory cocktail hour inside the library, catered by the best in the kingdom of course.
“Well that was, uh, fun,” I said flatly as we stepped through the library rooms, which had been decked out in finery and tables full of food and drinks for the celebration.
Honestly, I hated glitzy events like this. Luckily, Adele did too.
She snorted, rolling her eyes. “Oh, totally.”
“Should we pull the usual?”
“If you mean hoard some desserts and a bottle of champagne and sneak off until this is over, then God yes.”
I grinned. She knew me too well.
The two of us had been best friends since forever, despite her being a princess and me being, well, not. In another time, you may have called me her “head lady in waiting.” These days, I went by “head of affairs.” I did her planning, organized her schedule, did a lot of her shopping (and a good thing — you’d have thought princesses would have better taste than Adele, but she was the exception to the rule), and ran her social media stuff.
And yet, I never felt like I was her employee. In fact, I was more of a big sister to her than anything else, even if we were the same age. Adele was pretty sheltered, and it’s not like I was that worldly, but I’d seen more of it than her. I mean, I’d dated a bit, unlike my lily-white, pure as the driven snow best friend.
But still, ours was an awesome friendship, a great dynamic.
“Princess.”
We turned at the sound of the voice, glancing up at the smug, douchey-looking, overly-tanned guy with the gold crown on his head.
“Yes?” Adele smiled, bowing slightly. See, there was a reason she was the princess and not me, aside from, well, birth. She could play the role, and do it well. But me, bowing to slimy princes who looked at my tits when they addressed me wasn’t going to happen.
Adele handled him in the way only she could manage.
“Prince John, of Lapton.”
Adele nodded. “Of course. Thanks for coming to my father’s event, Your Highness.”
Barf.
Yeah, there was no way I could pull off being a princess.
“Well, Berne is on my way to my coastal estate, and I wanted to stop by on my way there for the weekend.”
“Well, I’m sure my father—”
“To see you, Princess.”
Adele blushed. I just rolled my eyes at how cheesy and transparent the guy was.
“Why don’t you join me, Princess?”
“Join you?”
He smiled, still looking at her boobs.
“To my chateau. Beaches, champagne, moonlit nights. The view of the ocean from my quarters is breathtaking, I assure you.”
This guy can NOT be for real.
Adele, bless her, was out of her element here. For one, because she was too nice to tell him to fuck off and stop staring at her chest, and two, because she was too naive to see the invitation for what it was.
…Let’s just say, my friend being a famously virgin princess wasn’t exactly a big secret, and I saw the intention all over Prince douchebag’s face.
“You know, actually,” I stepped forward. “You’ve got that event this weekend,v Princess.”
“What event?”
I smiled thinly at the prince, ignoring my friend.
“Eye exam. They need to make sure you’re aware of where you’re looking when addressing people, remember?”
The prince stammered, looking like he wanted to come up with some sort of bullshit excuse, but failing.
“Thank you for coming to the event, Prince
John,” I said, smiling widely at him as he glowered at my cock-blocking. “Please enjoy King Lorne’s hospitality, and enjoy your beach this weekend!”
“Hey, servant,” he suddenly spat. “The princess and I were talking.”
“And now we’re not,” Adele suddenly pushed forward and glared at him.
He sneered. “Do you know who I am?”
“Yeah, a dick,” I said flatly before I grabbed Adele’s arm and dragged her away.
The second we were around the corner, we both burst out laughing.
“Oh my God, I’m never going to hear the end of this from Mallory when she hears I mouthed off to a prince.”
Mallory was Adele’s stepmom. We weren’t fans.
“Uh, tell her it was me. She already hates me for whatever reason.”
Adele laughed.
“Thanks for the rescue.”
“Anytime,” I winked.
I didn’t mind telling royals what I thought. I guess that was one of the perks of having grown up amongst them.
“He was kind of cute, I guess.”
I made a face. “In that creepy date-rapey way, sure?”
She started laughing again, when one of her father’s staff suddenly stepped up to her and whispered something quietly.
Her smile drooped and she groaned as the guy ran off
“Ugh, I gotta go do princess stuff. No champagne for me.”
“Poor baby,” I grinned. “It sounds so hard.”
“My aunt Helen made an appearance.”
I made a face. “Okay, you win. That does suck. She the one that refers to anyone not of royal blood a ‘commoners’?”
“Yep.”
I snorted. “Have fun?”
“Yeah, can’t wait to go see how many offensive terms she can cram into one sentence this time.”
“Well, good luck with that.”
She sighed. “Go have fun. Drink some champagne for me.”
“Oh, do I have your permission, ma’am?”
This was a running joke between us — exaggerating the whole “princess and her lady in waiting” dynamic.
“Indeed,” Adele said in her best snooty voice. “Just fetch my laundry first.”
“Bitch.”
She giggled. “Love ya. Have fun.”
“Good luck with the commoners.”
“Hey, you know, dealing with Aunt Helen and family stuff is going to be the rest of my night. You should go do something.”
“I thought we were going to hang later?”
She pouted. “Yeah, but trust me, this’ll take all night. Go find something to do!”
I made a face. “I don’t know. I might just hang in and—”
“Please? Let me live through you?”
I laughed. “You don’t want to watch Netflix ‘through me’?”
She gave me a look.
“Okay, okay, I’ll see what kind of trouble I can get into.”
“Thanks. Let me know so I can pretend I was there instead of biting my tongue at Helen’s racist jokes.”
I laughed as I hugged her before she trotted off, leaving me to find something to do.
Now where was that champagne?
Chapter 2
Anya
Without a partner in crime, I muttered to myself as I headed off to find a drink.
“You look lost.”
I whirled at the hand on my arm, turning to glance up into a smug, smirking face of a man I didn’t recognize.
“No, I’m fine.” I smiled thinly, eyes darting to where his hand still gripped my arm and shaking myself loose.
He raised a brow at the movement, but didn’t comment.
“Thomas,” he said in a rich, clearly practiced royal voice.
“Anya,” I smiled, raising a brow as he took my hand and kissed it.
Little old-fashioned, this one.
“Just Anya?” He said with a raised brow.
“Yep, just Anya. I work for Princess Adele.”
“Ahh,” he nodded, smiling this intense, though charming, smile at me. “Lady in waiting?”
I made a face. “If it’s the fifteen hundreds, then yes?”
He chuckled, though I did note the lack of apology. This guy was definitely smug, though he was fairly cute.
A second man suddenly came up, clapping the first on the shoulder before turning to flash me a smile.
“And who might this be?”
“This is Anya,” Thomas said, his eyes locked on me. “And Anya, this is Shawn.”
“Nice to meet you,” I smiled, again, curiously raising a brow at the way Shawn kissed my hand as well. It was like these two had just taken a class on being “princely” or something.
“Enjoying the event?”
I nodded. “Oh, absolutely.”
Thomas smirked, and I crumbled.
“Okay, actually—” I started.
“Somewhat boring.”
I chuckled at Shawn’s interjection.
“A little, yes.”
Shawn shrugged, his dark eyes sliding over me in this way that had me blushing while simultaneously making me feel a little uncomfortable.
“Looking for something more fun for your evening?”
I blushed. “Oh, I was planning on just—“
“What, staying home and watching movies?” He shook his head. “Nah, you can do better than that.”
I frowned. “Hey, I like watching movies.”
“You’ll like this better.”
I raised a brow. “Like what better?”
The two of them exchanged a look, smirking to each other like this was a private joke.
“There’s a club,” Thomas said slowly, shrugging. “I think you should come with us.”
“Oh, I’m not sure I—”
Adele’s words came to mind without warning. Adele, pushing me to go have some fun that night while she was caught up with family stuff. I glanced at Thomas and Shawn — both were cute enough, and somewhat charming in kind of a privileged way. In all honesty, they seemed like tools just a little bit. But then, the invitation did have an appeal to it too.
“A club here in Berne?”
They nodded.
“Which one?”
The two of them looked at each other again.
“It’s a new one,” Thomas shrugged, grinning at me. “You seem like the kind of girl who’d like it.”
I had no idea what that even meant, but I found myself nodding. I mean, having a drink and maybe checking out some new scene and what kind of DJ they had might be fun. Besides, I could always just cab it back to the palace whenever I got bored or if they got weird.
And so I nodded.
“Yeah, sure. I could check it out.”
Thomas and Shawn nodded, grinning slowly as something flickered behind their eyes.
“Oh, you’re going to enjoy this,” Shawn said, chuckling.
Well that was a little creepy.
“What time tonight?”
Thomas shrugged. “Now?”
I laughed nervously, nodding down at the formal, but not overly “dressy” burgundy red dress I’d worn for the event.
“Am I dressed for this place?
“Sure,” Thomas said abruptly, turning and pulling his cell phone out.
“You’re good,” Shawn said, his eyes flashing something as he grinned wolfishly at me. “Let’s go.”
His hand caught my arm, half-pulling me after him as we strode from the room. I pulled my arm away — I was not a fan of people being grabby — though I still followed them through the hallways to the front entrance of the library. Outside, a limo was waiting for us, and though part of me took pause, I forced myself to just get in the car.
After all, they might have been smug and a little pampered, but they were royalty. It’s not like they were two creeps or something.
Right?
The limo pulled away, and I instantly started to second-guess myself. I mean, royals or not, I’d just met these guys, and I was jumping into a car
to head downtown with them?
I made a snap decision to spend ten minutes, tops, at this club, before I turned around and headed home. I quickly texted Adele that I was going out with some people I’d met, and it wasn’t until I looked up from that that I realized something was weird.
“Um, where are we going?”
We weren’t headed downtown at all. In fact, we were leaving the capital behind and heading out into the countryside.
“The club,” Thomas said with a shrug.
“I think I’d like to go back now,” I said quietly yet firmly.
The two of them chuckled.
“Aww, scared?”
I shivered as Shawn’s eyes slid over me.
“No, I’d just assumed we were going downtown to a club.”
Thomas grinned. “It’s not that kind of club. Actually, it just happens to be where it is tonight, here in Berne. The location moves all the time.”
The car rumbled as we turned off the main road, driving over gravel. My eyes darted to the window again, and I swallowed. The huge old manor house was enormous, covered in ivy with a wrought iron fence around it. The grounds were manicured and perfect, and low, sensual light lit the path up to a huge wooden front door.
The car pulled up to the front and turned off. I shivered.
What the hell was I getting myself into here?
Chapter 3
Killian
“We need drinks, now.”
I gritted my teeth. “No shit.”
There was a lot of shit and a lot of reasons why we needed booze, ASAP. I adjusted my mask, glancing around the party.
“Why the fuck did we come here tonight?” I muttered out loud.
Jace shrugged. “Not actually sure about that myself.”
“Because we needed to get outside our own heads,” Dean shot back. “We need a distraction.”
He was right, and I knew it. And then, the club was certainly a place for distraction. I watched as a gorgeous blonde masked woman slowly peeled the top down on her gown, exposing full, succulent tits. The two men sitting in front of her, also in masks, growled as they reached up, fingers twisting her nipples as she cooed and sank into their laps.
