All Chapters of Becoming The Werewolf Queen : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Esmeralda's POVI didn't mention the laugh to Killian. I also didn't tell Killian about my son's eyes flickering with that purple light. I just sat there holding the silk sheets tight until my knuckles turned white and my hands got sweaty.Killian was busy with a lot of work. The war was over. Now there was a lot of paperwork and rebuilding to do. He spent most of his time in his study or, at the training grounds, trying to get the rogue warriors and the kingdom's guards to work together. It was a mess and I didn't want to add to Killian's problems by telling him "I think a goddess is taking over me"."You are thinking much again " Lily said, coming into the room with a tray of food. "I could hear your brain working hard from the hallway."I tried to smile. It didn't feel real. "I'm just tired, Lily.. This soup smells bad like wet socks."She rolled her eyes and set the tray down on my lap. "It’s healing broth. Drink it before I tell Killian you're being difficult. He's already on edg

Esmeralda's POVThe leather of my father’s journal felt like ice against my palms. I stared at the ink, the words blurring as my vision pulsed with that strange, rhythmic violet light. The First Mother does not want a Queen to rule. She wants a body to inhabit. The sentence felt like a death sentence. It wasn’t a crown I had inherited; it was a cage. I looked up at Killian. He was standing by the window, his silhouette dark against the silver moonlight, but I could see the tension in his shoulders—the way his hands were balled into fists so tight his knuckles were white. He had known. He had been reading this behind my back, trying to protect me from a truth that was already clawing its way out of my throat. "How long?" I whispered, my voice sounding foreign even to my own ears. It had a resonance to it now, a slight echo that made the shadows in the corner of the nursery seem to stretch and lean toward me. Killian turned, his dark eyes filled with a mix of love and a terror so

Esmeralda's POVThe silence that followed the disintegration of the shadow creature was more deafening than the battle itself. I stood in the center of the rotting lodge, my hand still outstretched, the air around my skin shimmering with a residual violet haze. I could feel the eyes of everyone in the room on me—Killian’s wide with a mixture of awe and dawning horror, and Thorne’s, which held a twisted kind of recognition.The hunger inside me, the one that had been a dull ache for weeks, was purring. It liked the violence. It liked the way the darkness had dissolved under my touch."Esme," Killian whispered, stepping toward me. He reached out, his hand hovering near my shoulder, but for the first time since we had met, he hesitated to touch me. "Your eyes... they aren't changing back."I turned to look at him, and I saw my reflection in his dark pupils. My eyes were no longer hazel. They were two pools of deep, swirling amethyst, glowing with a light that didn't belong to this world.

Esmeralda POVThe light pressed down on my lungs, making every breath feel like I was inhaling liquid silver. I held Oliver tighter to my chest, my arms trembling as the violet energy from the stone pulsed in time with my own heartbeat. It felt like the palace was breathing, the ancient stones groaning and shifting as if they were waking up from a thousand-year sleep.Killian was at my side in an instant. He didn't look at the altar or the glowing runes; he only looked at me. His hand gripped my shoulder, his skin burning hot against mine. "Esme, we have to move! The floor is giving way!"He was right. Cracks were spider-webbing ou, glowing with that same haunting purple light. Dominic was still slumped against the pillar, his face twisted into a mask of triumph despite the blood trickling from his mouth."You can't stop it now," Dominic wheezed, his voice rattling in his chest. "The Queen has claimed her throne. The blood has spoken.""Shut up!" Killian roared. He looked at Thorne, w

Esmeralda's POVThe morning sun was shining through the windows of our bedroom in the Rogue Palace.. I did not feel like getting out of bed. My body felt like it had been beaten up. Every muscle. My skin felt sensitive.I turned on my side. Looked at Killian. He was still asleep. His face was peaceful for a change. The lines on his face were not as deep as they usually were. He just looked like my mate. I looked at the scar on his shoulder. It reminded me of all the battles he had fought to keep us safe.I felt guilty all of a sudden. I had almost hurt him at that altar. If I had not been able to control the First Mother I might have been the one to hurt him. That thought made my stomach feel weird.Then I heard Oliver crying in the room.I tried to get up. Killian caught my wrist. His eyes were open. He was looking at me. He had not been sleeping deeply as I thought."I will take care of Oliver " he said, his voice sounding sleepy. "You need to rest Esme. The healer said you are very