All Chapters of She Was The Queen: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The following day Khai had to tear himself away from me to attend work. I stayed in bed torn between guilt and the butterflies of love raging in my stomach. Why had my aunts, grandmothers and older sisters made sex out to be a terrifying thing? Khai had been anything but painful, rough or sore. He was tender with me, gentle. I had to assure myself of my own existence after our first round because I did not disappear nor did Yaga crawl out of the sun to burn me to ashes like my sister said when we were kids.It's funny how superstitions stayed with us well into adulthood. I had a lot of unlearning to do.I rolled back and forth in bed as he showered, playing back the whole night. Nothing but bliss, there was nothing like sex. All pleasures fell short, all pleasures. How had I held myself back from something so beautiful for so long?The way we were so close was like nothing I had ever felt before, we practically melted into each other and never let go.I assumed the telepathic and immu

Linda told me not to tell a single soul about what I had told her. She stressed about my reputation, that I was already in enough trouble, if anyone were to even assume I found Malcolm attractive or any mate nonsense, as she phrased it, I would be condemned.She left me in the darkness of the room as the sun set behind the trees. I rolled over and fingered my ring.I was exactly where I was supposed to be. Khai loved me and I loved him. We had come this far, we deserved to be together.But why did I suddenly feel hollow at the aspect of marrying him? Suddenly I felt that I should be somewhere else. Doing something else. On the night of the proposal Edna said the doubts would come, that I should pay them no mind. I shut my mind off and went to sleep.When I woke up it was morning and my doubt was the first thing that crossed my mind and pain engulfed me in its thorned embrace. I ran the water in the bathroom as the sun rose a pink hue in the blurred bathroom window.I didn’t want to bo

I said goodbye to Emelda and kissed her on the cheek, hugging her tightly as if it was the last time I would ever see her. I had more to think about.Wolves didn’t need a certain blood type like humans in order to transfer blood.When I got out of the house there was a figure standing in the street, shrouded in the ugly yellow of a streetlight. Smoke elevated from him and he turned around to face me.“Can I help you?” I asked.Malcolm turned around and tucked his hair behind his ear. He wore the biker jacket mom gave him when he was 20. It was tight but I knew he liked to wear tight clothes. Malcolm ashed the cigarette on the street and walked toward me.“I know you hate it when I smoke. Can’t help the smell though,” he said when he reached me.He leaned in for a hug and I stepped back.“What can I do for you?”He was frustrated but he tried to hide it as best as he could.“Can’t I catch up with my little brother? I’ve caught up with everyone but you.”I walked past him. “I don’t want

I postponed the wedding, I was too weak to get out of the house to go dress shopping or any other commitment. I didn’t tell Khai this but I didn’t want him to be a widower, that was my true reason. Just months ago I wanted so badly to get married but now it felt like a curse on him. He deserved freedom after I was gone, even when he was an asshole.Khai refused to allow Malcolm back. About a week passed and I spent most of it bedridden, too sore to do anything. My muscles hurt and my skin was sensitive to everything. My neck and head pounded like someone was in there, hitting the walls of my bones. Sometimes both my muscles and bones felt like a mining site of explosions and drilling. I couldn’t do anything without crying and my back and body ached for staying in bed a lot. I was developing bedsores. Khai would carry me around the house to make me sit in the living room or kitchen but sitting up straight made me nauseous. I hated the look of pity that was the default whenever anyone l

We approached a cottage alongside a main road, it was situated at the end of the road. From then on the forest was wild and thick with bushes.Humans. I could hear everything. They were talking, laughing, drinking and eating at their crackling fireplace. The man’s voice was the loudest. Their door opened, and Roman and I came to a halt, hiding behind bushes opposite the house.Out of the open door stepped a little child, a girl child. Her hair was brown like the man who shot Roman and her eyes were green. A red ball bounced out of the door and she ran after it, trying to catch it. A tall man came out of the door."Don’t go too far Fern, it's dark out,” he said to her as she picked up the ball."Okay daddy,” she said and threw the ball up and down in their front yard.It was him. The sight of him made my heart stop and cringe.Let’s come back later. Roman said.She moved in front of me, she could feel my urges, my desire to pounce on him right then and end his life. It was those same gr