by Kent, Rina
Royal Elite Epilogue
Royal Elite Book Seven
Rina Kent
Royal Elite Epilogue Copyright © 2020 by Rina Kent
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Also By Rina Kent
ROYAL ELITE SERIES
Cruel King
Deviant King
Steel Princess
Twisted Kingdom
Black Knight
Vicious Prince
Ruthless Empire
Royal Elite Epilogue
LIES & TRUTHS DUET
All The Lies
All The Truths
KINGDOM DUET
Rule of a Kingdom (Free Prequel)
Reign of a King
Rise of a Queen
THRONE DUET
Throne of Power
Throne of Vengeance
TEAM ZERO SERIES
Lured
Crowed
Ghosted
Shadowed
Misted
Team Zero Boxset 1-3
THE RHODES SERIES
Remorse (FREE)
HATE & LOVE DUET
He Hates Me
He Hates Me Not
To the light after the dark.
Author Note
Hello reader friend,
Royal Elite Epilogue marks the end of Royal Elite Series. These books and these couples were such an experience, one I wouldn’t forget for the rest of my life. I hope you enjoy their extended epilogue and the sneak peek into their future.
Please read to the very end. You don’t won’t to miss a few surprises.
To remain true to the characters, the vocabulary, grammar, and spelling of Ruthless Empire is written in British English.
Royal Elite Epilogue is set after the end of all the other books and cannot be read on its own. You have to read the previous books in the series first.
Royal Elite Series:
#0 Cruel King
#1 Deviant King
#2 Steel Princess
#3 Twisted Kingdom
#4 Black Knight
#5 Vicious Prince
#6 Ruthless Empire
#7 Royal Elite Epilogue
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Blurb
One final game.
All five couples of Royal Elite series come to life again in this long extended epilogue.
Levi & Astrid.
Aiden & Elsa.
Xander & Kimberly.
Ronan & Teal.
Cole & Silver.
This epilogue is set after the end of Royal Elite Series so all the previous books need to be read before this.
I
The Proposal
1
Astrid
Age Twenty
“This isn’t funny.”
My heart almost beats out of my chest even as I try to keep my voice light-hearted.
The sound of the rain beats down all over the King’s mansion, soaking the fountain in the middle of the back garden and the trees in the distance.
I should’ve known he was up to no good.
Levi is always up to no good.
“Levi?” I call in a hesitant voice as my steps falter near the covered hallway of the King’s mansion.
I search around, expecting one of his distasteful pranks where he jumps me from behind.
I’ll probably never admit this to him, but I love that part of him the most. There’s never a dull moment with him.
He makes my days unforgettable and my nights as thrilling as a rollercoaster ride.
Yesterday, he saw me having lunch with a few of my college friends who somehow all ended up being males. Levi decided to be a dick and kiss me in front of all of them until I had to apologise and leave.
I’m still feeling sore from the way he took me hard and fast against the door as soon as we entered his flat.
It’s his type of punishment. A game he plays with my body that I don’t ever want to end.
As soon as we graduated, Levi chose to live on his own. He still didn’t touch his trust fund and is living off his overflowing career with Arsenal. It amazes me how he can play and study at the same time. I feel so overwhelmed with the art classes alone.
On paper, I still live with Dad, but in reality, I crash in Levi’s flat more often than not.
We practically live together now.
“Are you going to be petty for long?” I ask, rubbing my arms.
A chill covers my bare limbs and it’s not because of the cold. A part of me is bubbling, itching and almost jumping out of my skin for what he plans to do.
Levi might have grown up, but he’s still the same unpredictable arsehole who’s out to flip my world upside down.
The only difference is that I love it. No, I crave it. Sometimes, I feel like his madness mirrors mine.
And when I wake up in the morning with this face next to mine, I say a silent prayer to always wake up next to him.
He might rock my world, but he’s also the only one who’s able to balance it. He’s my anchor and my peace. He has some possessive and controlling issues, but that’s part of who Levi King is.
In fact, after getting to know his uncle and his cousin, I can say Levi is the safest amongst them — shocker, I know.
They have something all screwed up in the family’s blood.
They’re all twisted in their own ways and they’re unapologetic about it.
A sound catches behind me. I stop and glance sideways, my breathing hitching.
“Levi?”
Nothing.
I wait for a few long seconds and then release a breath. I’m going back inside. To hell with Levi’s games.
Something crashes into me from behind. I shriek until I recognise his warmth and his unmistakable scent.
“What did I say about letting your guard down, Princess?” he speaks against my ear before he nibbles on the lobe. “That’s when I’ll always strike.”
“You’re awful.” I try to control my heartbeat.
“You still love me for it.”
“Maybe I don’t anymore,” I taunt. “Maybe I’m falling for someone else from my class.”
“Do you really want the blood of all your classmates’ on your hand?”
I gasp in mock reaction. “You wouldn’t.”
“Oh, I very much would.”
Yup. He’s crazy enough to do it.
Before I can say anything, he picks me up in his arms. I gasp as he runs straight out to the rain, and I squeal with pure excitement as the water soaks us.
His lips slam into mine as he kisses me until I can only breathe him. It’s desperate and robs my sanity and my entire surroundings.
He still consumes every inch of me with a single touch.
The feeling of being in the rain with him never gets boring. It’s one of my favourite things to do with him.
Instead of spinning me around in his arms, he puts me down on my feet and steps back.
Before I can make out what’s going on, he gets on his knees and
fetches a ring with a huge diamond on top from his pocket.
“You gave my life meaning and I want to spend every single moment of it with you.” He looks up at me with his wet blond hair sticking to his temples and his pale blue eyes shining with intensity. “Would you marry me, Princess?”
“Yes! A million times yes, Levi!”
I pull him to his feet and crush my lips to his as he slides the ring on my finger.
“I volunteer to be best man!” Ronan’s voice shouts from behind us.
Levi and I stop kissing, but he’s still holding me in the rain.
The four horsemen — Elites’ current forward line — cheer with a lot of snark thrown in between.
In fact, only Dan, Xander, Ronan, and Cole cheer. Aiden leans against the wall with his ankles crossed and a bored expression written all over his face as he scrolls through his phone.
Last year, I thought Aiden could be mildly psychopathic, but now, I’m almost sure he has clinical antisocial disorder.
Nothing holds any value to him.
The only time I see him lose the bored expression is when he’s around a certain Ice Princess.
“Oh, shit!” Dan exclaims with astonishment. “Does this make me the maid of honour?”
I laugh, the sound carefree and happy. “Sure does, Bug.”
Dad walks out the front door, wearing a proud smile. Jonathan stands by his side, staring between his son and his nephew.
Sometimes, I think he wants Aiden to be more like Levi. At other times, it seems the exact opposite.
I wouldn’t call Dad and Jonathan friends, but they tolerate each other enough to visit one another’s homes when we invite them.
“I’m happy,” I whisper to Levi. “Thank you for existing, my king.”
He smiles. “Thank you for being mine, Princess.”
And then he’s kissing me again.
2
Aiden
Age Eighteen
Negative energy hums under the surface. It mounts and soars with every second. The loud music and drunk people at Astor’s place aren’t helping.
Knight passes me a joint, but I shake my head.
Fuck this shit.
I’m pissed off.
And I know exactly why I’m pissed off.
Tonight was a semi-final game and Elsa came to watch and stayed through the entire thing. Yes, she finally came to one of my games. This time, it was for me and not for some other fucker.
To top it off, she wore my T-shirt. Number eleven, King. I had to stop myself from flying off to the stairs, remove that shirt and fuck her on the spot.
All the annoying people present put a halt to my fantasy.
Instead, I gave it my all during the game. I might have scored two goals to see that spark in her blue eyes.
Unlike common belief, I’m a giver. I just take more than I give.
Now, back to tonight’s actual problem. Elsa and I were supposed to go to the Meet Up where I could worship her body all night.
I had plans that started with her moaning and ended with her screaming my name.
See? A giver.
Last minute, Elsa decided she wants to come to Astor’s fucking party. I told him to cancel it, but the twat disappeared somewhere to drink and fuck — probably at the same time.
I’m stuck here with a grumpy Knight who’s been smoking more weed than a hippie and groaning like a divorced old man thinking about pensions.
Nash vanished. He’s been disappearing without notice a lot lately.
Elsa is nowhere to be seen.
I pull out my phone and read our last conversation.
Elsa: Wait for me at Ronan’s party.
Aiden: No.
Elsa: Come on. Do it for me?
Aiden: Still a no.
Elsa: Please?
Aiden: I’m fucking you all the way to Sunday at the Meet up. You don’t get to change your mind.
Elsa: I didn’t change my mind. You get to fuck me all the way to Sunday and more if you wait at Ronan’s house.
That’s the text that convinced me.
I shouldn’t blame Nash for thinking with his dick when I do the same sometimes.
Okay, most of the time.
Elsa sent that text more than an hour ago, but she’s still not here.
Van Doren is in the middle of the floor, dancing and flirting with all the girls he can see.
His goth sister is tucked in the corner, almost blending in with a plant. If the Marquis de Sade and Snow White had a spawn, it’d be her.
Usually, Elsa would be with them. If she’s not, only one other person remains.
I nudge Knight with my elbow. “Where’s Reed?”
“Fuck if I care.”
“I didn’t ask if you cared, I asked where she is.” I hold up a hand. “And don’t even pretend that you don’t know where she is at all times.”
He gives me one look over. “Even if I knew I wouldn’t tell you. How about that, King?”
The little bitch.
I’m about to strangle the answer out of him when my phone vibrates.
Elsa: Remember our room in Ronan’s place?
I don’t even have to think about which room she’s referring to. There’s only one room in Astor’s mansion that’s completely ours.
“Hey, Knight?”
“What?” He grumbles from his seat next to me. He’s been sitting there like a zombie for the past hour.
“Do you know what Reed said about you the other day?”
His eyes spark for the first time tonight. Sorry fuck.
He masks his reaction all too soon, though. “I don’t care.”
“Are you sure? It was kind of taboo.”
His Adam’s apple bobs with a swallow. When he speaks, his voice is quiet. “What did she say?”
“Even if I knew, I wouldn’t tell you. How about that, Knight?”
I grin, walking away. I can feel him flipping me off even without having to turn around.
Taking the steps two at a time, I find myself on the second floor. The music from downstairs eventually fades.
My muscles tighten at the promise of finding Elsa. I haven’t touched her since yesterday and something feels off.
I take back my thoughts about the possibility of getting enough of Elsa. It won’t happen. Not in this lifetime.
My fucker friends tell me I’m too possessive. I ignore their comments in front of Elsa, but I mess with their lives any chance I get behind her back.
Since Elsa’s been discharged from the hospital, she’s become a new person.
For one, she’s more open about her affection for me. She’s more demanding when it comes to what she thinks is her right, but most of all, she’s all in as much as I am.
I can now feel it when she opens her eyes and smiles instead of frowning. When she hugs me instead of pulling away.
We still live separately, but I plan to change that once we’re at the university.
The fright she gave me at the hospital will never happen again. Dr Albert, her heart physician, has been watching her condition intently. The meds are enough to regulate her palpitations for now. She’s stable and healthy, but he told us to keep a close watch on her in case she hides the worsening of her condition again.
Forget about her aunt, uncle, and father. I’ve become much worse than them when it comes to monitoring her. I can tell Elsa doesn’t like it sometimes, but I made it clear that there will be no more fucking around with her health.
There’s no way in fuck I’ll let her be in danger like that time in the basement.
As soon as I arrive at the door, I push it open. The bedside lamp is the only light that’s on.
This is where I first had Elsa all for myself and the first time she wrapped those lips around my cock.
My back leans against the door as I lock it. “Sweetheart?”
“In here,” she calls from the bathroom. “One second.”
“Take all the seconds,” I call back as I remove my jacket, my sh
irt and then my trousers and boxer briefs.
If she thinks we’re here to party, she has another thing coming.
I’m facing away from the bathroom, placing my clothes on the chair when tiny arms surround me from behind. Now I know how she can be so quiet when she moves. She gained that habit ten years ago when she snuck around to come meet me.
“Wow,” she breathes against my back. “You’re ready.”
“I’m always ready, sweetheart.”
Her lips find my back in a chaste kiss as she murmurs, “I’m also ready.”
Her torso that’s glued to my back is fully clothed so she can’t be naked.
We can fix that.
I turn around and freeze.
Elsa stands in front of me with her hair falling on either side of her breasts. She’s wearing my Elites’ shirt with the number eleven and my last name on it.
She’s obviously not wearing anything underneath judging by the visible peaks of her nipples. The thing barely covers her pussy. Her long, athletic legs are completely bare as she fidgets.
“What do you think?” she asks carefully. “Do you like it?”
“Like it?” I growl, lunging at her like a fucking caveman.
She squeals as I pick her up and throw her on the bed. Her arms loop around my neck and her legs wrap around my waist.
My lips find hers in a savage kiss, long and desperate. I’ve been starving all day for her taste. “You know how much you made me wait, sweetheart?”
“Was it worth it?” she pants against my mouth, her chest rising and falling in a quick rhythm.
“Fuck right, it was, but you’re going to make it up to me.” I run my tongue over the shell of her ear. “I was promised to be able to fuck you all the way to Sunday.”
