2nd Jurassic Park Novels & Stories

With his silent approval, they tore me down, piece by piece, until I was nothing more than a joke—no longer the queen I once was. The suffering pushed me into severe depression. Only suppressants keep my wolf form from spiraling out of control. Until one day, my medication was replaced with a slow-acting poison. He was the one who did it. I died alone, locked away in the cold palace, a child still growing inside me. However, the Moon Goddess granted me another chance. Reborn in this life, I chose to let them have each other. But what I didn’t expect was that Alpha Iris had been reborn too.

Nearly invisible. Morrison directed from his wheelchair. "Access panel behind the third post. Code is 1972." An agent found it. Punched the code. The hatch released with a hydraulic hiss. Steps descending into darkness. Lights activated automatically. Motion sensors. Still working after decades. Rodriguez looked at me. "You stay up here." "We discussed this." "We agreed. You observe. You don't enter underground facilities." She was right. I knew she was right. Seven months pregnant. Unknown facility. Unknown risks.

Lucien Arden took the throne. He crowned Rosalind Hartwell empress. And Evelyn Hartwell—the principal wife who had fought at his side all the way from embattled prince to emperor—was given only the rank of Imperial Consort. The day the decree came down, Silverleaf Palace was completely silent. Every servant kept their head lowered and hardly dared to breathe, afraid that Evelyn would weep, or throw things, or come apart the way any consort does when the emperor's favor leaves her. Evelyn simply accepted the decree, calmly. “I thank His Majesty for his generosity.” There was no movement in her voice and nothing in her face. Even her beautiful eyes held not the slightest trace of grief.