A Queen Is Born Novels & Stories

I growled. “Just a princess?” dad narrowed his eyes. “Are you so naïve?” he demanded. When I did not reply, he stood up angrily, and added, “Let me narrate your titles to you – you Jayden Esperanza Whitaker La Gualias, are the first born princess of La Gualias clan and Whitaker clan. You are next in line for Africa and America in case Jared abdicates or is rendered incapable of ruling because of whatever reasons. You are mated to the sole male heir of Indian subcontinent, making you Alpha Queen of Shakti Clan. You are the brains behind enhanced security of entire Africa zone… do I even continue?”

is all I can manage out. I never believed that I'd ever give birth to a prince, but I have. And I am the king's queen, and I will give him as many sons and daughters as he desires. "What do we call him?" Cesar asks softly, coming over to sit beside me and our child. "First a common name…and then a barbarian one." He smirks at me. I smile right back at him. I am not ashamed to be called the Queen of the Barbarians. I am not ashamed and I never will be. "I have always liked Lucas for a little boy's name. What do you think?"

But then, watching the same people over and over again gets boring overtime. Diving into the book, I reopen to one of my favorite parts of the lycan battles. It is the chapter where the lycan king was brought to his knees by the queen, and makes she him beg her for his life. He wasn’t expecting her, or that she would even do something like that. It is what makes me like it more. I feel like I relate to the queen well. She has always been undermined and underrated, then she wound her full potential and—

he says as he pauses to take a sip of water that had been brought in by the staff. “The main stipulation was that once an Alpha female was born first to a King and Queen, that first born female would become the Queen to the reigning King of the opposite Kingdom,” my mother offers. “But why? What benefit was it to the Kingdoms? One will win one will lose,” Carter observes.

The pain was a part of me now, as familiar as breathing. “Are you alright?” he asked, his voice filled with concern as he knelt beside me. I nodded weakly, though I wasn’t alright. My entire body felt like it was on fire, and the fever had taken hold of me again, making everything blur at the edges. “I… I don’t understand,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. “Why are you doing this? Why are you calling me queen?” Tariq’s blue eyes met mine. “Because you are a queen, Leah. You don’t remember yet, but you’re meant for something greater than this. Kayden and Selena, they have tried to break you, but you’re stronger than they know.”

I stopped messing with his body, interested in the story he was telling, everything sounded like it came straight out of a movie but I knew better because I was the omega in question. “My parents of course wouldn't let that happen, a son of an alpha with an omega for a mate, so when it was time, a search was made to kill female omegas who were born on the first full moon of the month but none was found, no omega was born on that day” . I sat up with a frown “So if no omega was found on that day, how did you know I was alive? It would be as good as saying the prophecy was a lie” I pointed out.

Bloody alphas. She had it at the back of her mind that so many people would try to make her feel inferior today but she had also decided that she would not let them win. It was finally dusk when the preparation was over, it was time for her ceremony and she had no idea on what she was doing. What if she made a terrible queen? What if nobody liked her? What if... She had never cared about all these things before, why start now? Why think about the 'what ifs'? Of course they were going to talk! She was a Delta a week ago but now she's a Luna... Queen!

Most of it was campaign noise, which I could handle when I got home, but an email flagged urgent from my Beta piqued my interest. I opened it, read it twice, and cursed under my breath, scrubbing one hand over my face. Apparently, in the span of a single day, the Alpha Council had pushed a policy change—effective immediately, no Alpha could run for Alpha King without a Luna at his side. A King needed a queen, they had decided. Stability. A united front. The packs wanted a family in the seat, not a bachelor. Underneath, the Council had attached a list of eligible bachelorette from the right bloodlines. I would have scrolled away ignoring it entirely, had my Beta not tacked a final message ont

I said and I meant it. “Maybe one of these days, when you visit the palace again, I will be magnanimous enough to give you a book that chronicles their love story. Queen Raven was born an Omega,” the king said. “What? An Omega. How did she then become the queen?” I asked. “The thing is, she wasn't an Omega, but she had to be an Omega to be kept safe,” the king answered, but I didn't understand what he said. Delvin called the attention of the king to something and I kept my gaze on Queen Raven's beautiful picture.

It was a smile that didn't touch her eyes, a chilling, predatory curve of the lips that held no warmth, no joy, only the cold, crystalline promise of retribution. The little girl who played by the rules was dead on the pavement in 2023. The woman who had just been born in her place knew that rules were for suckers. Rules were cages. She wasn't here to play their game anymore. She was here to burn the whole damn board to the ground and build a new one from the ashes. An empire. Her empire. She looked at her reflection in the dark screen of the fallen phone, at the stranger with her own young face, and whispered the two words that sealed her pact with this second life.