All Chapters of Becoming The Werewolf Queen : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Killian’s POVThe preparation for our departure was silent, it was stark contrast to the usual rowdy energy of the Rogue camp. My warriors moved like shadows, checking cinches on saddles and sharpening blades with a rhythmic that grated on my nerves. We weren't going into a forest for a hunt; we were going back to the place that had birthed Esmeralda’s nightmares.I watched her from across the courtyard. She was dressed in leather riding gear, her hair tied back tightly. She looked every bit the warrior queen, but I could see the way her fingers kept ghosting over her collarbone—the place where the old pack mark had once been a brand of shame.“You don't have to do this, Esme,” I said, stepping up behind her. I didn't care if my men heard me. My pride was nothing compared to her peace of mind. “We can send a representative. We can tell the council to come to us if they want to bend the knee so badly.”Esmeralda turned, and for a second, the violet in her eyes was so bright it cast a

Esmeralda's POVThe crown on my head felt like it was made of cold metal. One moment the Great Hall was filled with the sound of thousands of wolves cheering for their Queen and the next everything was quiet.It was not a quiet that you could hear. It was the feeling that something was wrong with the bond between me and my child. A mothers love for her child is like a string that's always there even when you are not thinking about it. But in that moment the string did not just vibrate it broke. I felt a surge of fear that was not mine it was Olivers.I saw Killian move. I saw my mate, a black wolf push through the crowd of scared nobles his claws scratching the marble floor. He did not say a word. His cry was like nothing I had ever heard before. It was a sound of pain and sadness."Oliver " I whispered.The purple light that had been shining steadily moments before burst out of me. It was not a controlled or happy light. It was a scream of light. The High Elders moved back covering t

Esmeralda's POVThe following weeks were a blur of activity. The transition of power was not a smooth one. There were skirmishes at the borders, protests from the old nobility, and constant rumors of a brewing rebellion. But for the first time in my life, I wasn't afraid of the conflict. I had a purpose.I spent my days in the war room with Killian and Marcus, reorganizing the territories. We broke down the old barriers, allowing the Rogues to settle in the fertile lands of the south and giving the smaller packs more autonomy.But at night, the dreams came back.I would see the altar. I would see my father’s face. And I would see the silver-haired woman—the First Mother—staring at me from the shadows."You're getting stronger," she would whisper. "But you're also getting lonelier. The more power you take, the less human you become. Soon, there will be nothing left but the light."I would wake up screaming, my skin glowing with a violet hue that took hours to fade. Killian would hold m

Esmeralda's POV The shadow creature hit me like a wall of ice. I was thrown backward. My head cracked against the stone floor. Stars danced in my vision and the light inside me flickered for a second. The coldness of the womans aura was overwhelming."Esme!" Killians voice was loud.I saw him shift into a black wolf and attack the hooded figures.. They were like smoke and his claws passed right through them.The woman stood over me. Her eyes were pits and they seemed to be swirling with a bad energy. "You thought you could just walk away from the darkness?" she hissed. "You took the crown. You didn't pay the price. Power demands a sacrifice, Esmeralda. If you won't give your soul I'll take your life."She raised her hand. A spear of black ice appeared. She swung it down toward my chest. I rolled out of the way in time and the spear shattered the stone where my heart had been.I got up. The violet light surged to my hands. I blasted her. She didn't fly back. She absorbed the light an

Esmeralda's POVThe southern marshes are like a dream that you cannot wake up from. The air is thick with water. It smells like something is rotting. Every time my horse takes a step it sounds like it is sinking into the mud.I sat in front of Killian on his warhorse. He is holding me tightly. I can feel his heart beating fast against my back. He does not care that the other people are watching. He does not care what they think. He just wants to make sure I am safe."Just a little further Esme " he says softly. "We are at the trees."I do not say anything. I can feel something bad happening inside me. The black lines on my arm are getting worse. They are like a map of all the things that are happening to me. I can feel them pulsing with a beat. It is like the heartbeat of the marsh. The light inside me is going away. It is like trying to light a match in the rain.We get to a spot near an old tree. Killian helps me down from the horse. He is very gentle. When my feet touch the ground