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It was understandable, considering I had arrived with a stranger, someone they had never seen before. Tyler, aware of the tension in the air, took charge. He commanded our Beta and Gamma to welcome the newcomer, the Luna Queen of the Beta King. The title bestowed upon me was both an honor and a responsibility, as I was to become one of the three queens who would rule the city. The Beta and Gamma obediently bowed before me, acknowledging my presence as a queen. It was a gesture of respect, a symbolic act to recognize my authority. Despite their initial reservations, they understood the significance of my role in the pack's future.

Beta Jack separated the maid from the door. Beta Jack opened the door for the Queen. As soon as Queen stepped inside the room, the pungent smell of liquor hit Queen's nose. Also, the strong smell of s*x spread in the air. Along with the scents of her four mates, Queen would also catch the scent of women. She clenches her fists in anger. She knew that her five mates did not love her at all. But still, they never disrespect her by calling women in their house behind her back. But today they did.

No matter what Akari's father had said so far, or how abjectly he’d apologized, the queen's seemed determined to ignore his apologies and his pleas and remain insulted and livid with anger. The human woman, called Queen Beatrice, was wearing long, luxurious robes of some blue, silky fabric that rustled every time she moved. She was a blond. A very stunning woman who had to be around forty, but looked younger. She was pacing angrily in front of the her father's desk. Meanwhile one of the werewolf princes, Prince Nikolai, the intended groom, lounged negligently in a chair, looking supremely, outrageously bored. The king had six sons, and this one was one of them. Akari never could keep all the

She says with a small giggle. "You will stop second guessing your abilities to lead and you will rule right beside your mate. That is an order." She jokes with a hint of seriousness. I nod and smile up at her. She holds her hand out and a golden staff apears. I immediately bow down and she dubs me Queen of werewolves by tapping the staff on both of my shoulders. "I now dub thee Mackenzie Roseline Lathen as Queen of werewolves and Luna of the royal pack. Do you accept?" She asks and I look up at her.

“Before I tell you, you must know that whatever the outcome, one thing is for certain. I will go down in flames or die trying to save us. We need to take every risk necessary to reach our endgame.” “And what exactly is our end game here, Leo?” Since the moment I first saw her, I have concealed a dark secret behind the facade of trying to be her hero. The heart of the now-defiant Queen may belong to someone else... But the truth is, Zeynep Volkov belongs to me and I will reduce cities to soot and ash to claim what is rightfully mine. No matter what it takes. I'll make her mine. If I have to wait... Kill for her... Slay her dragons... I will.

With that said I open the door and walk out. Never looking back at my mate or ex mate since he rejected me and all for what ? Because he is dating the captain of the cheerleading team. I walk into the empty bathroom and wash my face . I look at my reflection and stare at myself. I decided to make myself a promise. "I answer to no men, to no one. I am my own leader, my own alpha. I am the Queen" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 5 years later "Alpha I got the paper work you've asked for. We will be meeting with alpha Carlson in our territory to speak about the treaties we set up . He says he isn't happy with it and wants to break it ." My beta Tyler says as he hands me the paper work.

Pannera's face returned to marble perfection while Batsheva tapped her long nails on the arm of her chair with irritating tick-tick-tick sounds. "I killed her, of course," Batsheva said. "Drained her blood and her power." A few of the vampires on her side shifted, a thin wave of unease reaching me. Not all support their new Queen it seems, my vampire sent. Batsheva ignored their reactions, spreading her arms wide as she swept to her feet, golden gown in frothing layers a perfect match for the rich shade of her hair, though the fact she was falling out of the front made me a little nauseous. "I now reign as Queen of the Moromonds."

Queen B mocked me. "Oh really?" I laughed. "Yes. Because unlike you we come out clean and we don't hide what we do. We accept our job and we do it. That's our source of living and providing for our families but you? You hide what you are and you go about carrying yourself like a saint! Like you haven't been fucked like the whore that you are!" In the blink of an eye, I slapped Queen B so hard that she fell back, causing gasps to leave the parted lips of her friends.

the old woman prompted. "Yes," responded Nadine, a woman with dark hair and a physique that exuded strength and agility, reminiscent of a warrior or a seasoned fitness instructor. Standing at 170 cm, her muscular frame was accentuated by the simple dark singlet she wore. "Luna Queen class refers to a special group of destined Lunas meant to support the Alpha King. Typically, they are bound to their own destined Alphas. However, if their destined Alpha perishes or is slain, these Lunas have the autonomy to choose which Alpha King candidate to support. They can even align with a non-destined Alpha from their own pack, aiding him in his quest to become the Alpha King.

Standing in my flip-flops wearing a big shirt with male boxers, my hair a messy ponytail and my body bruised and healing, I really felt loved and worthy when I look around seeing almost a hundred men kneeling at my feet. I'm not just anybody. I'm Arianna Romano, goddess of death. The huntress. The Queen.