Who Is The Protagonist In The Last Queen?

“I Alpha Jeremy Brooks reject you Lilith Gutierrez as Luna. You couldn’t fulfill your duties as a Luna, and I reject you. From now on you won’t be the Luna of Alpha Jeremy Brooks, you won’t be the Luna of Shadowed Moon.” ---- Lilith was the most disadvantaged Beta in her pack and was betrayed by her own Mate and Companion in her pack house. For years she suffered silent abuse at the hands of her mate. Despite the life she lived, she dreamed of two things. She escaped from her silver prison and took refuge in the human world with a Lycan. She unfortunately found a second chance in the Lycan, and she rejected it, but soon regretted it. Her rejection was followed by the terror that almost took her life. It was Jeremy Brooks' mastermind. Now Lilith has a chance to keep her great secret while Lycan must fight to gain her trust and make her accept him as her mate. How could it be? And Why Jeremy Brooks send her a terrors?

They called her the Error, the girl the Werewolf Registry couldn’t place, neither Alpha, Beta, nor Omega. But Rora’s strength was undeniable, and when a dangerous game with Alpha Zayn turned into a secret affair, she thought she’d found her place at last. Until one moment of defiance cost her everything. Betrayed, broken, and left for dead, Rora claws her way back from the shadows, leading a rogue army and uncovering a truth older than any pack, a bloodline marked by a single, deadly horn. Now, with war on the horizon and her enemies closing in, Rora must decide. Would she let her love make her kneel or make him bow instead?

With her power and effort, Hana gradually goes from being a useless person rejected by everyone to getting closer to the top of the glory. She made others look up, making those who had bullied her regret it. But she had no idea that Jackson had arranged all her steps behind her. Jackson's initial goal was to cause Hana to die in agony. And he let his heart flutter before her. One is a dragon; one is a wolf. How can there be love between them? Yet Jackson, because he loved Hana, accepted to give up his noble position, accepting to be hated, accepting sacrifice to be hated by his beloved just because he wanted to bring her to the top of power.

Stephen was getting hit by a shoe in the morning by his mother and his father shouting at him "When were you planning to tell us that you are engaged to this girl" "I told you I don't even know her, I met her yesterday while was on my way to work" "Excuse me you propose to me when I saved you from drowning 13 years ago," said Antonia "What?!? When did you drown?!?" said Eliza, Stephen's mother "look woman you got the wrong person," said Stephen frustratedly "Aren't you Stephen Brown?" "Yes" "And your 22 years old and your birthdate is March 16, am I right?" "Yes" "And you went to Vermont primary school in Vermont" "Yes" "Well, I don't think I got the wrong person, you are my fiancé" ‘Who is this girl? where did she come from? how did she know all these informations about me? and it seems like she knows even more than that. Why is this happening to me? It's too dang early for this’ thought Stephen

I was at the Blood Registry office to reissue my Blood Covenant Certificate with Lord Ethan when the registrar looked up at me and said, “Your Blood Covenant Certificate is forged.” “There is no record of your bond in the vampire consort system.” I froze. “That’s impossible,” I whispered. “I registered my union with Lord Ethan five years ago. Please check again.” The clerk searched once more. “Lord Ethan’s record is here,” he said calmly. “His lawful consort is Ella.” Ella? The name fell like a blade. Before he said it, I still hoped it was a clerical mistake. But Ella… was his childhood companion. In that moment, everything made sense. In five years, he had never marked me. He had publicly acknowledged me as his Blood Queen, letting the entire Coven believe I stood beside him by right. He had given me titles, a throne at his side, and a crown to wear in front of the world. Titles can be announced. Only the Registry makes it law. The certificate he gave me had been nothing but a beautiful lie. The five years I believed were happiness— were nothing more than a carefully forged illusion. An illusion crafted to keep me obedient, grateful, and blind. If none of it was ever truly mine, if even the title of “Blood Queen” was only a performance, then leaving should be easy.

Because I saved my husband during a car accident, I lost my eyesight. He wept, promising to treat me well for the rest of our lives to repay my sacrifice. I cooperated with the treatment wholeheartedly, hoping for a full recovery. But on the day I finally regained my sight, I stumbled upon something that shattered my world. In our marital home, his first love lay beneath him, her flushed face betraying the passion of the moment. Their bodies intertwined, and the air around them thick with stifled moans—a vivid tableau of infidelity. "She's just a blind woman. Why haven't you divorced her yet?" the woman murmured impatiently, her voice laced with disdain as she moved against him. My husband, immersed in pleasure, still mumbled an excuse. "My love, just a little longer. Soon, we'll be together openly…" I turned and left without a word, pretending I had seen nothing. As I walked away, I remembered the witch's sacrificial ritual in the misty forest—only a few days away. My husband's betrayal cut deep, carving wounds I couldn't ignore. I made up my mind to return to the forest, to embrace my identity as a witch once more, and to sever all ties with him. Yet, after I disappeared, word reached me that he was searching for me everywhere like a madman. Rumor had it he had completely lost his mind.