All Chapters of Rejecting His Queen: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

As I stare at myself in the mirror, the confident, soon-to-be Queen my mother always said I would become stares back at me. My stylist, Maria, did an amazing job today. The woman I think of as a friend, a confidant, and an older sister chose an amazing sapphire blue dress that accentuated my curves and paired well with my pale skin. My pale blue eyes stare back at me, my vision clearer than the day I met him. The day that changed my life.•°♡°•Pulling the large hoodie over my head, I quickly run a brush through my hair before pulling it into a messy bun atop my head. My raven black locks were a mess to deal with, as the curls always made it hard to style. I decided long ago that a messy bun is the only style I could muster, being either too busy or too lazy to deal with my hair."Isabella are you ready yet?" Kelly, my maid, asks as she enters my room with two butlers who quickly proceeds to take my packed luggage down to the limousine. I hear her sigh as I put on my glasses and catch

I smile at the room given to me and thank the young maid who showed me the way. The fourth floor, restricted only for the Royal Pack, will be my home away from home for the next five days before we head to the next pack, my Uncle’s Pack in Vancouver, British Columbia. I am excited the most for that visit.With a sigh of exhaustion from the long trip, I look around the room at the decent, neutral furnishings. A double bed sits in the middle against a black accent wall, the remaining three a warm honey colour. A flat screen is mounted to the wall directly in front of the end of my bed, making it easier to relax and binge whatever show I feel like while in Frost Pack's territory. Directly underneath the television is a simple dresser in a dark mahogany wood where I promptly pull my suitcase towards and begin to unpack the clothes I will be wearing these next five days in to. Happy to be semi-organized, I take out my laptop from my luggage, intending to read over past reports and the way

“Promise me you will find me at dinner!” Ali says as we ride the elevator past the first floor.“I will try, but I have a feeling I will have to sit with the rest of your pack since I am technically a “Maid' with the Royal Pack.” I answer, creating air quotes at the word Maid. Ali frowns at this, but agrees that I may be right. He elevator chimes, signalling we had reached the second floor, and I wave to my friend as she gets off, promising to spar with her later tonight after the welcome dinner, before the elevator doors close, and I find myself alone.I sigh, the unease feeling that has been growing since arriving at this pack has not settled down, but it hasn’t grown either since the spar with the Beta Female; that at least is a good thing. The elevator dings, letting me know of my arrival on the royal floor, where I promptly exit the metal box and make my way to my room.Once inside my room, I remove my clothes and take a

I frown as I continue to beat into the punching bag in front of me, music blaring from the headphones on my ears, while I imagine that arrogant face of my mate is the punching bag, picturing that smug yet sexy look being pummeled for his coldness towards me. Suddenly, my headphones are grabbed from behind me, making me turn around, ready to pummel whoever it is that decided to bother me. The scent of peppermint and pine has me stopping mid-swing, my fist an inch away from the male’s nose as soon as I realize who is behind me.“Hate to know who you’re thinking about right now.” Liam stands there giving me his usual carefree grin as his blue eyes hold a hint of teasing. I sigh, motioning for my friend to hand the device back to me -which he does- so I can turn them off.“My mate.” I answer putting the headphones on the bench beside me and taking the offered water bottle from my friend.“Wait? He’s here?” Shocke

Watching the Warriors shift and take off silently in the forest, I envy them as I help my mother rest on a small boulder. The tour has been going smoothly, the members of Frost Moon being cordial, although a bit frosty, when talking to some of the maids in attendance, including me. We have traveled through the town, visiting local businesses and enjoying the small farmers' market that happened downtown. I’ve caught Damon staring at me throughout the tour, felt his gaze with every fiber of my being as I speak with some of the members working in the town and purchasing some snacks that I share with the maids. His gaze never leaves me when I step away for a moment to sniff flowers at a stall or help a child pick out a treat, who then runs towards his mother to show it off after thanking me. Most of the time, I wonder when Damon will make his move. Sadly though, his focus always returns to the tour, explaining his family’s land and the businesses a part of his town to my par