Alpha Queen Reborn As An Unwanted Heiress Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Well, let me remind you of your place. You’re nothing, Althea. Nothing.” I was about to snap back, consequences be damned, when something caught my eye—a magazine lying on the table. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at the glossy cover. It's him! There he was, staring back at me with those same piercing gray eyes, his strong jawline and perfectly styled hair with the headline: "The Return of the Alpha Prince: Blood Horn’s New Leader." My heart sank, and my knees threatened to give out beneath me. It's him.

And the hatred towards witches skyrocketed after Alpha’s problems with Larrisa. So, to think that she would reject who she is because of me…that would be outrightly wrong, unjust and unfair to ask. But she probably wasn’t even offered that choice because Alpha was livid. That was clear in the brutality of every punch when he beat me up. I am sure that he ended her life after I passed out. As a punishment for my rebellion against him. To show to everyone that he is everything but not lenient to traitors. And I am a traitor, disloyal bastard who brazenly didn’t comply with orders. I deserved every punch and punishment he gave me, and even more than that. Because he treated me like a son, and t

Right now, that appears to be it. "Doing what?" "This breeder thing, and who brought the idea of using other women to do something like this in the first place?" I sound like someone on the verge of losing their mind. "When the Alpha King told me I'd be his surrogate, I assumed he wasn't mated and needed an heir. I was shocked to see he had a wife. I don't understand." "Oh, that…" Darla stops, then laughs. "Well, you should know the Luna Queen orchestrates almost everything that happens in this castle."

I turned around and looked toward the place where Dad had sacrificed himself. A new monument now stood there. … Three months later, the Silvermoon Kingdom had been completely restored. I had eradicated all of Lucas' remaining followers, abolished many outdated and corrupt customs, and the Kingdom's strength was growing every day. The coronation was held once again. This time, there were no scandalous photos, no humiliation—just tens of thousands of werewolves bowing in respect. I wore the pure black Alpha Queen's battle robes, scepter in hand, and walked step by step up to the throne.

I needed Zane Ashblood. The problem was… The ruthless rogue king seemed determined to never let that happen. If I didn't marry him my father would make sure I marry Caspian, even if I try to marry another alpha my sister would try to interfere and if Zane is in the picture she would never be able to interfere because his aura is different from other alpha's

He murdered my family and took me as a trophy to prove he had won. I looked back at the papers in my hand. They were official birth records. Name: Elara Thorne. Parentage: King Alaric Thorne and Queen Seraphina Thorne. I wasn't Elara Fighlo. I wasn't a servant, i was a Thorne. My bloodline didn't just rank high, it eclipsed every Alpha in the territory. We were the originals. I kept reading. There were notes in Rowan’s handwriting. “The girl’s power is growing. Increase the dosage of the binding agent. If her silver fire awakens, the pack will realize she is the true heir. Aiden is starting to ask questions about the girl. I must suppress the bond before it stabilizes.”

He was my only sanctuary, my only shield against the relentless humiliation of servitude. Before entering the mansion, I caught my reflection in a stagnant puddle. I possessed the ethereal beauty of my bloodline: porcelain skin and eyes that shimmered with an otherworldly light. But I was a broken version of a queen. My ribs jutted out from hunger, and my hands were thick with callouses from scrubbing floors. “Hurry up with those plates, Madeline!” Vivian, the head housekeeper, hissed as she shoved me aside. “Alpha James of the Northern Pack arrives tomorrow for Caleb’s ceremony banquet. If this mansion doesn't sparkle, you’ll be the one rotting in the dungeons!”

"I'm fine. It's just... Ms. Kingsley doesn't seem to like me. It's all my fault." Her clumsy act should have been obvious, but Malcolm actually believed her. He spun toward me, his anger blazing. "Selene! Christina was just offering you a drink, and you treat her like that? Of course. Typical lowborn Omega. Get out of here!" Lowborn Omega? If Christina's presence had shocked me, Malcolm's words shattered me. A tidal wave of grief washed over me. I had given everything to be with him. He liked gentle, submissive she-wolves, so I defied my mother and gave up my place as the heiress to the Lunaris Pack, pretending to be an Omega just to stay by his side.

he snapped, stubbornly denying it—even as his body moved of its own accord, standing up and yanking open the carriage door. He took long strides through the crumpled dead leaves and broken branches on the ground, stepping slowly until he stood before the weathered wooden door of the cottage. The cottage door was shut tight. Through the cracks in the window, he could see the faint, dancing flicker of firelight inside. Kaelen stood on the doorstep, his hand raised to knock, only to freeze mid-motion. He was the Wolf King of Black Rock, the strongest Alpha on the entire continent. When had he ever been reduced to hesitating outside a woman’s door? All he needed to do was kick this flimsy door i

I held her gaze with my chin tilted and my gaze focused. “I’m a Ravenfield, the rightful Alpha of that pack, of my home. I will lead them and care for them just like my father taught me. I will also be Queen because I have a partner who’s willing to help me, who’s comfortable and happy with me being my own person. I will do both because both are my birthrights, and no one will tell me otherwise.”