All Chapters of She Was The Queen: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Suddenly Whitney got loose from her husband and charged toward Roman. I knew she couldn’t hurt her even if she wanted to. She pointed a sharp accusatory finger at her chest and poked her around. Roman was so weak each jab nudged her back.“You are a dark omen on this pack. All you bring is death and darkness. Your name is heavy with implication. Rome was not built in a day but it fell quickly. Destruction and death are your tail. Leave us or we will make you leave.”Roman looked like she would cry at any moment but it was because she had been crying all day. She looked frail, her face was gaunt and her small figure was wrapped in a fleece. She stepped closer to Whitney, got really close to her face. Whitney was a head taller than her but the look on Roman’s face implied she was the one looking down on her.“I’ve always thought you hated me but now I am certain. I’m happy we can finally be honest with each other,” Roman spoke with a low voice, sour with bitterness.She stepped aside. I

My body had already forgotten its pain. My mind and every part of me felt free and released. The only thing that lingered was that dark omen, heavy on my shoulders and body. My back started to hurt from the weight of it but I was grateful it wasn’t the poison.The door budged again, the wood splintering as it bulged. I should’ve ran away but couldn’t help the strong feeling that I was exactly where I was supposed to be."Hello?" I called.Then everything went still until I heard a scratching sound from behind the door. The door shook hazardously and I jumped back.The silence returned and for a while, I thought I had imagined all the sounds and breaking. I stuck my ear to the door to listen. Something in there was in sync with me. A heartbeat, at the same rate as mine. Our hearts weren’t beating slow, they were steady, fast if anything else. I knocked again and something shifted in there or someone.Why was someone in there? I quickly kicked the door and fell back as pain exploded in

I paced back and forth in the house after I found something to wear.What had happened? How had this happened? How did I let this happen? How did my mother let this happen? Who set him free?"Khai?" Roman called from the kitchen.At once, I approached her and cupped her face in my hands."Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" Roman blinked oddly.My foolish rage had consumed me so much that I forgot what was important; Roman. "Yeah, I'm okay, don't worry about me. Are you okay?""Stay away from him, he's dangerous," I warned her.I pushed past her and out to the porch.“You stay outside!” I shouted at his wolf form amid the garden.He was exactly the way I last saw him. Nothing had changed. I went back into the house and Roman was jittery, bouncing between people as she asked her endless questions."Who is he? Is he a really Traga?" she asked.My mother turned from the tap with a kettle full of water. Her lips shut like they were sewn together. "I told you to watch over her and you coul

She was quiet then. Her tense shoulders dropped and she started rubbing my arm.“I wasn’t planning on keeping him there forever, Roman. Only until we were ready to take him back in.”“You guys were planning on forgiving him?” she asked incredulously.“Yolanda hoped. She always vouched for his redemption, so much so that I almost thought it was possible. I see now that it was the absence, when he was out of sight it was easy to imagine a utopia where we forgive him and we live happily ever after, but seeing him made it clear that will never happen.”I felt him from miles away, that he wasn't trapped. That heavy dark aura he always had since we were kids only tripled in size when he killed my father. I could always feel him, even when he was in the bunker, I just chose to ignore him.Truly, I believed that if we all forgot him or ignored him we would be able to forgive him or just simply forget him. We were forgetting him until Roman arrived and turned everything upside down.Her curiou

I kept calling out his name but he never returned. I stepped out of the bathtub and dried myself. By the time I entered the room he was gone.If you’re going to tell someone off you better stand for it. What did he mean I was acting like a bitch? I was dying, how was I supposed to act?I sighed as I lathered my body in lotion.Was he onto something. Was I being ungrateful and self-piteous?I felt doomed and everything didn’t matter. Khai’s prayer had given me hope in a future and the world was bright again but when that fell through, I didn’t know how to act or feel. Any words of encouragement or home were void and I felt nothing most of the time.I wore a flower dress and went downstairs to sit on the porch and watch how the sun set and birth the moon.Maybe it was the baby thing. Maybe it was everything. Azraels, Falcon, poison, River Crescents, Malcolm and his role – it was too much and I was no help in any shape or form. I kept my eyes on the stars to at least lift myself from th