Campus Queen Romane & Geschichten

“The horror!” Nathan tucked his into his pocket and crossed his arms over his chest. “ You know what they call her, right?.” Nathan asked. “The scholarship Ice Queen, she shreds every guy who tries to get near her. You know I thought if anyone could melt her, it would be you, the campus god himself. But, you got lectured on your budget and got sent home mommy.”

I had half-expected harsh comments but the room was silent. I spoke from the heart. “If I were Homecoming Queen,” I said, my voice steady, “I would use the title to highlight the students who feel invisible on campus, the ones who work hard and don’t get noticed. I want the crown to be about more than just tradition. I want it to give a voice to those who don’t feel heard.” I could feel the sincerity in my words, the conviction in my own voice surprising even me. I noticed the cheers from the students echoing through the room followed by loud applause and some people screaming my name. From the far end, I saw Sasha waving and screaming loudly.

He refused to look at me, chest heaving as he glared at Keverow. “I believe there is something I should share with you, Petina,” Victoria said to Keverow. “To everyone of the atrium.” She looked up at the rest of the atrium. They were all hanging out of their seats with wide eyes, dying to know why the fuck the Queen had come to our campus.

"Um, shouldn't I give one to Anastasia? Coach said she’s centering the second line tonight." Saraya let out a harsh crack of laughter, tossing her tight dark ponytail over her shoulder. "Oh, don't bother. The Ice Queen probably has her own high-society, customized diet plan. We wouldn't want to offend her royal highness with standard team rations." The girls around her snickered, but I didn't say a word. I had faced hostile media rooms, furious boards, and a stadium of screaming opposing fans; a bitter college captain playing high school mind games wasn't going to break my skin.

My mind dragged me back to college. I was the queen of campus back then. Untouchable. I didn’t chase boys — I didn’t fancy them at all. A lot of guys wanted me, tried everything to get my attention, but I never gave them the time of day. I didn’t tolerate nonsense either. I had standards.

But right now, the caption read, "Elena Nightbloom consorts with a Rogue. A defiled werewolf is unfit to be Luna Queen!" The thousands of werewolves in the audience instantly fell deathly silent before suddenly erupting into deafening roars. "Traitor!" "Shameless she-wolf!" "Such filth doesn't deserve to be our Luna Queen!" Lucas, dressed in the Alpha King's robes, looked down at me from his elevated position. "Everyone, while Elena Nightbloom is my fated mate, I cannot accept a tainted she-wolf as the Luna Queen. "For the honor of the Silvermoon Kingdom, I officially declare that I reject the bond with Elena Nightbloom and strip her of all titles!"

Instead, they shuffled closer, like moths drawn to a flame. “Do you need water, my Queen?” one asked, her trembling hands already reaching for a crystal glass from the bedside table. “My Queen.” “Your Majesty.” “Our Queen.” The words stabbed at me again and again, their reverence so absolute it terrified me. Queen? I wasn’t a queen. I was a twenty two year-old college student who had fallen asleep during a N*****x binge and was supposed to have a quiz in English Lit tomorrow morning. This was insane. “Okay,” I said, holding up a shaky hand to stop them. “You’ve got the wrong person. I’m not—whatever you think I am. I’m not your queen.”

Freya's jaw tightened, but she said nothing else, simply turned and swept back inside, her heels clicking sharply against the stone. Cassian exhaled beside me. "She's harmless." "She doesn't look harmless," I said. "She looks like a woman who's used to being the only queen in this castle." He didn't answer that. He only offered his arm and led me inside. The great hall of the Iron Keep was massive, lined with old battle banners and cracked stone pillars. That night, Cassian held a formal dinner to introduce me to his generals, twelve hardened men who had spent decades fighting along the border. They studied me the same way soldiers study an enemy formation, searching for weakness.

His coat whipped behind him as he marched toward the private elevator, his legal team rushing to keep pace. As the brass elevator doors closed, sealing Charles Vance out of the university's future, Dean Sterling slumped against the marble wall, entirely ruined. Maya let out a long, trembling breath beside us, a slow, triumphant smile spreading across her face. "They're pulling the filing. The complex stays open-access." Marcus let out a deep, booming laugh, clapping Devon on the shoulder as the gathered coalition of student researchers erupted into quiet, ecstatic cheers behind us. Julian reached out, his long fingers finding mine and wrapping tightly around them. I looked up into his dark e

I told her while turning around to expose my dress. "Nah. Let's not talk about it anymore." She waved her hand in the air to dismiss the topic. "Look, you're so pretty stunning even without makeup." I stopped when she said those words. I searched her from head to toe causing me to jutt my bottom lip down. "You're prettier than me," I mumbled. No wonder the students called her the Queen. She arched her brow then rolled her eyes before flipping her hair. "We are both gorgeous. We're sisters," she said, making me giggle. Natural badass Campus Queen.