All Chapters of Queen Samien: Battle For the Throne : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Why are you so adamant?” Dad snapped, his voice ringing loudly in the room. He stood right in front of me, his veins standing out on his forehead like thick ropes. I stared back at him, with passionate anger burning inside me. It felt like fire crawling under my skin.“I already made myself clear, Samien,” he growled. His eyes remained on me for a few seconds. That glare — I had never seen something like it from him or anyone else.“It’s not clear, Dad,” I shot back, my voice cracking as tears gathered in my eyes. “I refuse to accept it. Why can’t I be the next alpha of the pack? Why?” My chest tightened painfully as the words escaped. I hated how small my voice sounded, but I could not hold it back.“You know how strong I am,” I continued, my voice shaking. “You know I love this pack. I want nothing but the best for us. If you can be Alpha, why can’t I be Alpha too?”He shook his head slowly, disappointment filling his eyes. “I know you are competent. I know you are capable. B

MARK’S POV Loud yawns slipped out of my mouth as I slouched deeper into my chair. My gaze was not on Trainer Dane, even though he paced back and forth like he owned the whole world. The man always moved like he was carrying the weight of the Wolves Academy on his shoulders. He talked too much, explained too much, and acted like we were weak pups instead of future Alphas.Honestly, I didn’t care about his boring explanation. He loved the attention, especially during morning lectures. He spoke with his chest out, his arms folded behind him, his voice deep and thick. Anyone could tell he enjoyed the power that came with his position. But power was temporary. One day, I would put him in his place.My eyes drifted to the new guy, Roberts… or whatever he chose to call himself.He sat upright, his spine straight like a newly sharpened spear. His attention was completely fixed on Dane, like Dane was saying something worth listening to. Roberts barely blinked, and every now and then, the c

SAMIEN’S POVI remained on the ground for a few long moments, every part of my body screaming in protest. The blow had destabilized me completely—my limbs felt heavy, my head spun, and even breathing seemed like a chore. Around me, the crowd erupted in murmurs, and I could almost hear the judgment in their whispers.“You’re such a weak ass, Roberts!” Mark’s voice rang across the training ground, sharp and cruel. Others joined in, jeering and laughing at my misfortune. Anger flared within me, hot and consuming. Every ounce of humiliation, every second of being pinned to the floor, fueled something deep inside.With a groan and a surge of strength I hadn’t known I possessed, I forced myself to rise. Pain shot through my limbs like lightning, but I refused to let it control me. My teeth clenched, and I glared at Mark with all the venom I could muster.“Let’s get this done with, Mark,” I spat, my voice low and dangerous. “You talk too much for a man… and an Alpha.”A wry smile crept acr

MARK'S POV  How I hated this academy and everything that went on in it. I wouldn't be here if not got my father's insistence. “Only if you go to the wolves academy would I consider handling the pack over to you.” Those were his words to me nine months ago. Hell, half of their instructors wouldn't even last a minute with the guards in my pack. Tshhh!  All I had left was a few months and I'd be out of there.  But now, I had to go for a class I had absolutely no interest in. “Eight AM, guys. Lateness won't be tolerated from anyone!” Dane had said the previous day in his usual husky voice. Twenty minutes had gone by and I was yet to be in the class. Already, I could imagine how enraged he'd be. His bulging eyes and echoing voice. 

DANE'S POV   My fist slammed against the desk. Anger rushed through me as eyes flashed wide. Mark's words echoed in my head. The audacity he had to speak to me in such a demeaning manner! How dare he?  He must have forgotten that I was the most senior instructor here at the wolves academy. And he dared speak to me that way, humiliating me in front of the nurses and the good for nothing bastard. He had to pay. Definitely had to. His father might be one of the most influential Alphas, but I was not to be disrespected. Never. That Roberts Scotts. Something told me he had some skeletons up in his cupboard. And right at the verge of finding out, Mark had to interfere. A knock rang on the door just then. “Come in!” It