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the queen uttered and looked at her son before turning to Agnella. “If anyone comes to you and doesn't smell like me or Draven, don't go with them or trust them. Draven has my scent just like the rest of my children therefore you can recognize them that way. Thank goodness Jamarion came in time,” The queen sighed. “I am going to kill that bitch, cut her throat, and have her dangling on the flags outside the palace,” Draven growled, his hands folded tightly. The queen placed her hands on the side of his arm and gently caressed it.

It appeared that to become a good Queen you have to do so many things like listening to the women issues and providing them care, keeping record of the clothes that we were receiving from other kingdoms etc etc. I wasn't overwhelmed today for anything as it was my first time and I didn't want to see fear in people eyes when all I would do is listen to their issues like a normal Queen. "Archery?" I asked Oren with dumbfounded expressions as she handed me the bow and an arrow. I could see a watermelon placed several steps away on a table. "Yes it would help you to maintain your focus." She explained as we were present in the garden beside my room or I should say Zackarya's room. Amber was sitt

Archer whispers as the official continued to speak, but in that moment, a rush of sparks, an ice-cold blast feeling and such greater power than I ever have felt rushed from my hand and down throughout my body, in such great waves my entire body began to tingle. “Now the blood bond pact has concluded, Miss Fern Hewitt is now forever tied to Alpha Archer and this pack and has gained her new title, Luna Fern of The Dark Warrior Pack.” The official cheers as the ribbon is taken from our hands and an enormous earth rubbing applause began to erupt from the crowd.

I curl my hand around the beer while the hosts laugh, matching Maeve with some prince in the distant kingdom of Lunaria, saying how they’ll meet formally at the summit… The pint glass splinters under the pressure of my grip. The Architect chuckles darkly, shaking his head as he watches the same program play across the TV set. “I always find it interesting that people assume the queen needs, let alone wants, a man. Whoever it is will never rule beside her. He’ll be a background actor.” “Is there something wrong with that?” I ask hotly, and he turns back to me. “You’re awfully committed to Her Highness.” “She’s our queen. Of course she has my support.”

I mind link Alpha Zach, half expecting him not to hear it because we were not yet mated, but there is a small nod of his head and I head to the door. The blood of the humans was everywhere, and I nearly trip on a limb as I look around. Draven’s half burnt body was still tied up but he was slowly turning to ash, parts of his body crumbling to dust that was being carried away in the breeze. I coughed, trying to hold back the desire to cry, so many were dead. “You can hear me?” I mind link Alpha Zach again and he stands next to me, taking my hand “You have accepted your role as Queen, that is why” he squeezes my hand and submits to me.

She hissed. The Queen laughed, a noise of a babbling brook. "I am." She smiled. "But, if you are here, it means my wrath is not needed." Annie rolled my eyes. "I still need your help." She tossed the wreath at the Queen, it landed on her open palm, her webbed hand closing around it, her nails tipped in black. "Such a beautiful gift." She awed, spinning it and turning it in her hands before she placed it on her head, fitting to band her forehead.

A man on the boat reached out his hand to help me up. His face was hidden in shadow, but I could see a scar running down his cheek. I watched the flames and bid farewell to my former self. From this moment on, there was no more Serena Ferrari. From now on, I would become my own queen.

It was an advantage for the shop, anyway—I liked it. Dominic dropped his apron on the table and sat beside me. He folded his arms and lifted an eyebrow. His cheek had a bandaged wound, and his bottom lip was bruised. I sighed softly. “What are you doing here, stubborn woman?” I smiled at him. “I came to check on my shop. I miss making coffee too. I just want to watch.”

Rune sighed in satisfaction and disappointment, "Adler, there are countless women worldwide with that hair and eye color. How would you find her if she's real when you don't even know the size of her titties." Priest, on sensing Rune was about to get punched, pushed him aside and stood in front of Adler instead, "I'll hate to see you like this for somebody that doesn't exist." He tightened his hold around the paper, "She exists." "So?" Rune laughed. "I'll make her my queen."— *** Now she was here. "wait... WHAT!" He didn't know how to feel, standing close to the door. What should he do? Go to her? Ask her why she would think he would go to that extent. Yell at her; why she'd think he'd ever