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23.Anger
Demona MaxwellWell, this is quite the cliffhanger. Sorry, not sorry, but I promise a resolution soon as I'm trying to update this story weekly. I apologize for the sporadic updates. While you wait for an update on Fated to the Queen, I suggest trying my Dark Romance Anything for Lola, and as always, thank you for reading.
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Fated to the Queen 24.1-Apologies
Lorcan My purring lioness knew what I needed at that moment, and I loved her so much for it. The sexual tension has been thick since meeting Imagyn. We said we would wait. One day doesn’t seem like a lot, but being fated comes with increased libido. Plus, today was different. I needed what was mine. Kimarhi lays exhausted on the table, breathing heavily and twitching. I remove myself gently and raise my pants. I looked around for something to clean her, catching sight of a serving tray and grabbing the tea towel around the handle. I press it lightly to her core, making her moan, letting it soak up our mess. She has a blissful look on her face, radiating beauty. After cleaning her, I again dipped between her legs. I kiss her thighs and core, apologizing for my rough handling. She moans with arousal and pushes herself into me reflexively. “My Queen, do you want more?” I kiss her again. She flips over and looks satisfied as she pulls me up to her face and kisses me. “I am pleasantl
Fated to the Queen 24.2-Apologies
Imagyn holds the back of my head like it’s fragile. She softly hums, running her fingers through my hair. Her touch is soothing, and she is too kind to me. “My loving Wolf, it just tickles,” she says sweetly, “and it feels much better now. Thank you, Lorcan.” My heart flutters as she says my name. I kiss her thighs again, and the bruises lighten. I continue to touch her skin, and they are barely visible anymore. I’m amazed by this mate bond and her healing. “My Serpent,” she calls over her shoulder. Xim comes up behind her, kissing her with care. I am in awe of them both. “My Alpha, stand up!” he says, not looking at me but at Imagyn. I do so in a hurry not to anger him more. I am met by their longing but firm gazes. I could smell Imagyn clearly, but Xim’s scent was still faint. “NEVER, again, will you bruise her skin!” He bellows, making me bow my head. His tone is like a command, making me proud. “No, My Alpha, never again,” I say with all the love in my heart, “I Promise!” “
Fated to the Queen To my Fans
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Fated to the Queen 1-Shadow
Erebus - Summer of 1800 - Lion Island The massive full moon is bright in the sky, illuminating my path. I stop to breathe, finally arriving at the White Plains of Lion Island. It’s a breezy night making sand whip around, and the smell of the saltwater ocean is crisp on my senses. I look around to make sure no one is following us. They can’t track me by scent as I have none. Seeing it all clear, I’m satisfied I can pause for a minute to rest. With the cover of a gigantic tree, I prop against the trunk. I glance at the body draped over my shoulder, shifting it into my arms and cradling it close. I can hear a fog horn in the distance and know my ship is on the horizon. I can finally escape this place and create a new breed of warriors imbued by magic. The wind lightly tosses my captive’s stark white hair, and I’m thrilled the strategy worked. It’s taken years of planning to get to this moment, and now I have my reward. The Queen of the Shifters is mine and the main component of everyth
Fated to the Queen 2-Routine
Kimarhi - Spring of 2000 - Lion Island Why me? Why am I stuck in a meeting on this beautifully sunny day? Well, because my second in command, Theo, has a habit of changing the training schedule. He should be here, discussing these boring matters, but he's at the training arena without me. If I must listen to outlines of the patrol guard duties for the Summit, then so does he. I look outside, hoping to be done soon, as I need to eat and kick Theo's ass. "A sentry warrior will be placed at each entryway of the clan house and along the border every hundred feet as the clans arrive. The warrior patrols will also run the perimeter every hour," Our tactical director, Peters, drones out like any of this is new to me. "I'm sure the other Clans will use their guards for personal protection. We need to focus ours on the ground and perimeter." He's one of our retired Lion Warriors in charge of clan security and is extra cautious during the summits. Alongside Theo and I, and he's third in line
Fated to the Queen 3-Dreams
Kimarhi Life as Queen has its simple joys. I retired for a hot bath after the spar. I strip out of my dirty clothes and slide into the boiling bath. I massage my body, getting to the aching muscles. I growl, letting the day steam off. Feeling heavy from the heat, I start to relax. Although bruised a bit, it’s a good pain. Shifters heal faster than humans, but it’s not instantaneous. Depending on the wound, you may need help from a healer to quicken the process. My minor injuries would be gone by this evening or in the morning. I have a decent bruise on my shoulder from the wall, and my ankle hurts from laying a hit wrong. I’ll have to work on that double-header kick. There’s a knot from head-butting someone, and my knuckles are in bad shape. All that aside, I love feeling the battle after. The pain of victory is always sweet. The only other hurt that’s better is those after-sex aches. Laying back again, my mind drifts to fantasies of pleasure. Taking my hand to my core, I start rub
Fated to the Queen 4.1-Wild
Kimarhi In the morning, I wake with the sun shooting into my eyes. My head at the foot of my bed, and my legs hugging my pillow. Rolling over to escape the harsh light, I plop off the bed. Covers on the floor cushion my fall, and I sluggishly crawl over to shut the curtains. “Who opened you?” I snarl out at the window. How did I get here? Not remembering the night, I must’ve been drunker than I thought. Stretching out as far as my muscles will go, I get up to shower. I’m still sore from yesterday, but no physical evidence remains. Oddly, the soreness would stay. Reaching to turn on the hot water, it wakes my body, but my mind lags. Switching too cold for a minute, making my mind startles the rest of me into consciousness. I’m awake now and back to warm. Looking around, my senses are on high alert, my eyes pick up on the faintest light, and my hearing is pristine. I can hear the ocean miles away. Thinking it’s best not to dull them, I rinse and get out. Anya has my breakfast deliv
Fated to the Queen 4.2-Wild
“Candidates!” Theo yells in human form, motioning for them to gather. After stretching, all the Candidates line up in their proper groups, with enough space to move. Everyone quietly looks to Theo and me for their next set of instructions. “First, we lap the perimeter as a warmup,” he circles the map on display. “Then we team up here to capture the flag!” I point to the wooded area just beyond the arena. “Take down your opponent to stun. The flag is the kill.” He concludes. “Yes, sir!” Shout the candidates in unison. “Then let us begin,” Theo blows his whistle again, and everyone disrobes, then goes down on one knee when finished. “And you may shift!” Theo yells once everyone is ready. The candidates start to transform with some cries of agony. The sound is almost deafening as bones are breaking and resetting. You can hear the skin pull as their bodies stretch onto all fours. The fur erupts like a wave as the shift ends, with roars of satisfaction. ‘ATTENTION,’ I command over
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