Rise of a Queen - Book 2의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 20

LAMIA “Alpha Langley, you are, no doubt, a valuable leader in today’s society. Your growth as a pack, so fast, is commendable. And your innovation with technology throughout your cities is impressive…” I looked at the high councilman with boredom. The elder bear shifter, who was a tall burly man with a beer gut and graying hair, wasn’t stating anything I didn’t already know. There were four high council members, Mr. Peter Carling, who was speaking now. Evelyn Stallings, a cat shifter, looked to be in her early 70s but was still the picture of beauty with her slim figure, tanned skin, and dark hair tied into a perfect bun on top of her head. The third high councilor (and my favorite so far) was John Meir, a well-put-together wolf. He was slender and a little shorter than the average werewolf, but his pointed nose and thick-rimmed glasses gave him a kind look and his personality showed that kindness also. The fourth high council member, Mr. Abner Brooks was also a were-bear. He seemed

LAMIA It took me three weeks, almost a month, to track down my father’s last whereabouts. I knew he was still alive, otherwise, my mother would have felt it. Plus, Inanna said we would feel the break of a parental bond also. I was feeling at a loss, it had taken me three and a half days to just get here, for any normal wolf it would have taken at least an extra day. I rode as far as I could on the dirt bike, then, had to make it the rest of the way to Lonely City in Wolf form. Dredging through the snow-topped mountains and valleys, the further north we went the colder it got and deeper the snow became. Needless to say, I stayed in my wolf form the whole way and hunted along the way when we became hungry. Inanna loved the cold terrain and was in her complete element. I have to disagree. I would take the pool and sunshine any day of the week over the wet and raw powder. Finally, I was relieved when I saw the bright lights of the city, the scent of greed, lust, gluttony, and every oth

MATHIAS Of course, I had no sleep last night. Instead, I found myself nursing a bottle of the finest rum I could find, then looking through our kitchen for a bag of brown sugar and vanilla extract, mixing them together, trying to recreate her scent. Not even close. When that didn’t work, I stood at the window looking in the direction of the dungeons. I was hoping to catch a look at her, just a small glimpse, but that was a stupid fucking thought. She – my mate, was locked up and bound in silver. Déjà vu of when I had Annalise locked up in there, except she was a bear shifter, not a sexy ass little wolf. I had to stop myself several times from going down there just to scent her, my beast wanting to be near her. I admit I did too. “Lamia.” Her name rolled off my tongue like the sweet nectar of the gods. A vision of her in our cells filled my mind. I paced back and forth in the hallway, her challenge was a rejection, and it was a blow to my ego. Truth was. It fucking hurt. I didn’t th

MATHIAS “Abner, I am about 5 seconds away from losing my shit right now, Arcas does not like your challenging manner.” I grit out threateningly. His temper simmering, he wanted to be near his mate. All this talk about her was giving him the need to be near her. To scent her, to rub on her. Abner shut up and straightened himself out fast. He put his drink down on my desk and lent against it, crossing his arms and facing us. “The high council had just mapped and recorded The Kingdom of MacTire. Lamia Langley will be crowned queen on her 21st birthday. Her second in command is Hunji. I was just there, at MacTire, last full moon.” He picked his glass up and took a big gulp. “You, my son,” he pointed a finger on the glass at me, “have only scratched the surface with this one. You are picking a fight, her army will start a war with you for her and King Alexander will back her.” He stressed the word ‘will’. “Fuck” I threw my head back cursing. “She was the one who sent the file on the mas

MATHIAS 3 days until the full moon When Lamia came to the table for dinner last night, I was pissed to see her not wearing the clothes I had sent with Tobias. She smelled like our housemaid's daughter, Ramona. I rubbed my eyes and tried not to get bent out of shape over another fucking rejection from her. She sat with her father and Abner, in the furthest seat from me, and conversed freely with them. She even managed to hold a conversation with Tobias and Xander, telling them about MacTire and the slaughter of the small Clan they found. She was asking them about a small girl, the only survivor who had been the one to alert them of the attack. “Your highness?” I registered her voice and slowly turned my head, not quite believing she had addressed me. Seeing as she had ignored me through most of the fucking meal. “Mmm?” I grunted. “I was saying that I have grown quite fond of Petra, the little girl we found in our territory, and was asking if she could remain in my pack under my ca