All Chapters of QUEENS DO NOT BEG FOR THRONES : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

EloueraThe iron latch clicked shut, and for one terrifying moment, I forgot how to breathe.Before Commander Jace could open the door, I quickly grabbed my cloak from the settee. I wrapped it tightly around myself and pulled the high collar up to my jaw.Then I opened the small side door used by the servants and slipped into the gallery hallway. I pulled the door shut behind me just as Jace stepped into my empty room.I didn’t stop to look back.Every step down the grand marble staircase felt like I was walking on burning coals. My whole body felt like it was on fire. It wasn’t the kind of heat that came with a normal fever. It felt much worse, like the heat was coming from deep inside my bones and spreading through my entire body.The tight linen bandages around my chest felt like iron chains squeezing me every time I breathed. Sweat ran down the back of my neck, cold against my skin, even though the rest of my body felt like it was burning.I dug my fingernails into my palms, usin

Crown Prince Callan I was raised to have complete control over myself. From the time I was old enough to walk, the Empress taught me the strict discipline expected of someone from the Imperial family. An Alpha of royal blood was never supposed to lose his temper or give in to his instincts. He was supposed to stay calm, think carefully, and always remain in control. But as I watched Stirling Vance pull my weak, sickly little brother into the middle of the ballroom, I felt that control slowly slipping away. At first, I was angry. Stirling was a brute from the Northern House. He was the kind of man who used his strength to intimidate people whenever things didn’t go his way. Pulling Elian into the Equinox waltz was nothing more than a cruel show of power. He was making fun of my brother and showing everyone how weak he was. I tightened my jaw and rested my gloved hand on the silver handle of my sword. I planned to let Stirling have his little moment before stepping in and putting

Elouera I stared at Uncle Holden’s polished black boots as the sound of his cane echoed through my head. Every click felt like a warning that my life was about to end. This was the man who had held my hand when I cried in the dark. The man who had promised to protect me from the Empress. The only person in this entire palace who had ever shown me even a little kindness. And he was the one who had done this to me. The truth hit me so hard that my stomach twisted. The medicine he had been giving me for the past six months. The gentle smiles he gave me while watching me swallow the bitter liquid. He had never been trying to cure me. He had never been trying to keep my Omega nature a secret to protect me. He had been poisoning me all along, slowly preparing my body for this very moment. “Don’t touch me,” I croaked. My throat hurt so badly that even those three words felt like broken glass cutting through it. I didn’t wait for him to reach for me. Fear took over, and I desperately

EloueraJulian’s back slammed into the brick wall with a loud crack, like a dry branch breaking under someone’s foot.The man in the black glove hadn’t simply thrown him aside. He had struck him with such force that Julian’s body fell into the cold mud and lay completely still. His head rested at a terrible, unnatural angle.Slowly, the tall figure stepped out of the dark shadows between the thorny hedges.Crown Prince Callan.He no longer looked like the clean, well-dressed prince who always seemed to have everything under control. The storm had soaked his dark hair and plastered it against his forehead. His black military uniform was drenched, and Stirling Vance’s blood had smeared the silver medals on his chest.But it was his eyes that truly terrified me.The cold, calm blue I knew was gone. In its place was a frightening, glowing red. His eyes looked like those of a predator ready to attack, even as the heavy rain poured around him.Any sensible person would have seen the Crown P

Elouera “Did you really think I didn’t know?” His words left me completely speechless. I stared into Jace Corowa’s hazel eyes as the freezing rain poured down on us. The heavy trench coat he had just wrapped around my shaking shoulders was the only thing keeping me warm. For three years, this man had done everything he could to make my life miserable. He had dragged me through the muddy Vanguard training grounds, broken my ribs during sparring, and forced me to run around the training walls until I vomited blood. Whenever he looked at me, all I ever saw was cold hatred and disgust. But now, as his bare knuckles gently brushed against my collarbone, that hatred was gone. In its place was something far more frightening. He looked at me as though he wanted to protect me and keep me for himself. The possessiveness in his eyes was so strong that the Omega toxin in my body reacted immediately, making my condition even worse. He had known my secret all along. Every time he st