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I glanced at Ti, who was glaring at Daren's embrace but also trying to suppress her amusement. "Please, Ti, rescue me from him. He's going to suffocate me with endless dress fittings." Ti chuckled as she eyed Daren's hold on me. "In the names of Lana and Daren, Reina shall try on countless dresses. Amen." She was truly something else. **** *** “Ok you did say you were going to meet that bastard's mom but you never said what kind of person she is darling.” “Hag from hell category.” “Ooh got it. We're dressing to impress and give off an attitude. More like a bad but classy girl vibe.”

To decide what kind of Alpha I wanted to be in this moment - one ruled by emotions, or one led by truth and duty. But tonight, I couldn’t avoid her any longer. There was a knock at my door. “She’s here,” my Beta, Kade, said quietly. “Send her in,” I replied. Helen walked in, wearing a soft blue gown. Her hair was down, flowing over her shoulders like a river of gold. She always knew how to dress to disarm. To look like peace. But I saw through it now. Her eyes searched mine. “Drey…” I didn’t speak.

I grin at her, snapping out an invisible line of my power to smack her sharp on the nose. She yelps, jumping back a step, frightened. “That’s for claiming my handmade as your mate,” I snarl, eyes locked on her. “I’d suggest you step down from all of this, Beatrice. You’re not made for this fight and you will pay for your continued betrayal.” She lifts her chin at me again, rubbing at her nose. “Soon I will be Queen and you will be my prisoner, Juniper!” I move my eyes back to Death, not bothering to address her any further. I’m finished giving her warnings and she’s very clearly chosen her side.

"Wearing a crown. Coiled around a broken sword." Varek took one slow step back. Boots bolted to the floor. "That line is dead," Varek said. The words came out like gravel. "The Sovereign King and his wife burned in the Sector Four sweeps. Ten years ago. There was no child." "The girl is twenty," Tor said. Voice coming back now. Harder. Like he'd made a decision. "She grew up in Sector Four. She fights with the Sovereign form... you saw it yourself in the hallway. And her father isn't hiding from a shipping debt." Something moved in Tor's face. Something complicated and old and guilty. "He's a Royal Guard. He's been keeping her buried in the outer rim for ten years to keep her breathing."

Someone sang off-key near the barrels. I wove through the crowd, looking for Harrison. Instead, I caught scraps of conversation from a group of warriors. "—took down three rogues before the rest of us even shifted." "The new strongest female warrior. I'm telling you, she's something else." I slowed my steps. The strongest female warrior had always been Valeria — Alpha of the Crimson Fang Pack. They called her The Selene-Blade. People said the Moon Goddess herself had blessed her, and she fought in a terrifying mask — all you could see were her red eyes, glowing. No one had ever beaten her.

He thrust faster and faster in sheer ecstasy, causing the young woman’s delicate body to tremble uncontrollably. From his perspective, it was a breathtakingly sensual and exquisite sight. With every thrust, the plump flesh of her snow-white buttocks would ripple in soft waves as they were slapped against him—especially with a massive, throbbing cock standing erect and exposed right in the middle. The stark visual contrast was enough to make anyone’s blood boil. The fierce thrusting forced the young woman’s slender waist—so narrow it could barely be gripped—to press even lower, causing her fair, lustrous back and delicate shoulders to tremble slightly.

Brandon lowered his head, pressing his lips against the warm skin behind Robin’s ear, his voice loud enough to echo in the private box: "The necklace is fifty million, Robin. But the queen wearing it is priceless." Up on the balcony, framed by diamonds and draped in emerald fire, Robin rested her hand over Brandon’s forearm, looking down at the ruined, terrified faces of Dane and Nicole below with a chilling, victorious smile.

"It's building something and asking someone to keep it with you. I'm not collecting anything tonight, Zariah. Debts are dead. Your hand is your own. I'm on my knees in front of everyone who ever wanted you gone, asking for the one thing that can't be taken, or bought, or collected." The box opened. The whole ballroom made a sound. "Marry me," I said. "Be my queen because you choose to. Say yes, and say no, and I'll still build you a hundred clinics and stand behind them where I scare the clients. But God help me, woman-" and my voice cracked, once, in front of four hundred people, my voice, cracking "-please say yes." Zariah’s POV

Qhawekazi asked and that just pushed the queen mother over the edge. “Qhawekazi!!” reprimanded the queen mother. “Well, if it’s true then we all know what that means right?” asked the woman with a conniving smile. “No one is stripping me off my powers! I can still win this, I always do.” The queen mother said with confidence. “So, who are you going to kill now to secure your seat on the highchair?” asked the woman.

another girl said in disgust. "She lost her crown to Jessica Bane far-dated back, but she still filled with illusion that she is still the queen .Even Jessica Bane is no longer the queen of High society of High Tower High School ever since Lily Winter became Jace's girlfriend the new queen of High Tower High School . Arggh,She so unrealistic !" the blue eye girl scoffed