Claiming Her Throne Novels & Stories

I jerked her hand away and shot up from the couch, “You must be fucking insane to even say something like that.” Rage was rolling off me in waves as I hissed, “I am the only rightful heir of this throne, and all my life, I’ve worked hard to make myself deserving of it.” I straightened and lifted my chin, “And now I am and no one can ever stop me from being the Queen of the South.” My lips turned up in a vicious smirk, “Let the throne be a gift from the daddy dearest.” Sophie opened her mouth, “I just want…”

But he didn't flinch, simply watched, as if he already knew what she was going to say. Then, in a breath, she murmured: —I want Kaelen to take the throne… and I will rule by her side. The words, barely audible at first, slowly spread, gaining strength as they echoed through the den. A moment suspended. Then the howls rose, breaking the silence in an explosion of sound and emotion. The pack celebrated, acclimating to this new reality, confirming this choice that had just sealed their future.

But, it was at that moment that we stopped trying to kill one another and decided instead to cooperate. As the firstborn child of the dragon king, she has just as much if not more claim to the high throne than I do. But our mother wants her for the Sky Throne, leaving me with the Earth Kingdom to rule. Besides, she doesn't want it. Occasionally people will come to her with plans to usurp my claim and make her the official heir. We usually have a good laugh over their burning corpses.

If that's the case, wasn't she showing up in my life right now a risk move too? “ It's time to reclaim the Lost glory of the dragons and what better way than to have the princess descend the throne?"

It was a signal heard by every soul in the pack, a clarion call that the true princess had returned. As my majestic white hair cascaded around me, a symbol of both royalty and strength, the warriors who dared to challenge me hesitated, recognizing the futility of opposing one destined to rule. Rocco, the traitor who had dared to usurp my father's throne, emerged from the imposing pack house, his facade of authority crumbling in the face of my presence. "Ah, the princess returns," he sneered, attempting to mask his unease with bravado. I met his gaze with steely resolve, refusing to be cowed by his taunts. "I have come to claim what is rightfully mine," I declared, my voice ringing with deter

Something more complicated and more real. "The alternative," he said, "is the council operating with the check its founders built into it. Which is a council that cannot be held by a single bloc indefinitely." He held her gaze. "You having standing is not a threat to the council. It is a correction to what the council was supposed to be." She looked at him. "And the bond?" she asked quietly. They had been moving around it since she had come downstairs. She was tired of moving around things. "The bond is separate," he said carefully. "The council claim is yours by bloodline, independent of any bond completion. You hold that right whether or not we" He stopped.

The entire room fell silent. “Impossible!” Angelina screamed, “How could Father’s ring be on your hand?!” At that moment, the “weak” don suddenly stopped coughing. He stood up abruptly. His eyes were clear, without a trace of illness. “Who said it’s impossible?” The don laughed and walked over to me, personally draping a black head-of-family cloak over my shoulders. “Annelise is the only heir I chose from the beginning! “I pretended to be ill for a year just to draw out all of you ungrateful traitors!”

She stopped in front of me. “The woman you call your mother.” My breath caught. Kael moved beside me. The woman looked at him. “So this is the King.” Then she looked back at me. Her eyes filled with anger. “You took everything from me.” “I don’t understand.” She stepped closer. “You took my family.” Her voice shook. “You took my bloodline.” She raised her chin. “And you took the throne that was supposed to be mine.” My wolf roared. The woman stared directly into my eyes. Then she said, “You took my throne.”

The bluntness of it hit me like a physical blow. "The throne?" I repeated, almost incredulous. "After all this? After the blood you’ve shed?" "I have wanted it for years," she said, her voice rising with a frantic, sharp edge. "Nothing has changed, brother. Not one thing. I was always the smarter one. The stronger one. But you were the firstborn son, the golden child, and I was just the shadow. The difference this time is that I’ve stopped asking for a seat at the table. I have found a way to destroy everything standing between me and that seat. I’m not just going to take it; I’m going to raze the ground it sits on so no one can ever challenge me again."

"But I can help you." "Help me?" "I can keep your secret. I can protect you from the packs. I can make sure Nathan grows up safe." She smiled. "All I ask is a small favor in return." "And what favor is that?" She stepped closer. "The throne." --- I stared at her. "You want the throne?" "I want what I deserve." Her voice was cold. "I have served this kingdom for decades. I have sacrificed. I have suffered. And now I want what is mine."