Claiming Her Throne Novels & Stories

“You survived.” Aria lifted her chin. “There’s a difference.” The stones pulsed again. What do you claim? they asked. The question vibrated through bone and marrow, not demanding ambition, but clarity. Aria closed her eyes. She thought of the false bond breaking. Of Damien standing beside her without trying to stand over her. Of the land warming beneath her feet when she spoke truth instead of obedience. “I claim no throne,” she said slowly. “No pack. No crown.” A ripple of shock moved through the Council.

She has to prove to me, what made her the judge over the crowned prince of Winterhaven; or princes…whatever! “People of Winterhaven Pack, as everyone has known, I'm the first male born of my late father, and as tradition permits, it is my right, to resume the throne but since there are few backstabbers, who are willing to defend my throne, I hereby announce to everyone, I will be open to accepting any challenges therein, as long as the winner gets to retain this throne. I said. ‘’Zain, my son!’’ The pack Orator called out. This is…

"I know she was pushed out, forced into hiding, denied her rightful place because tradition couldn't accept a woman claiming what was hers by blood and birth." His jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. "So here's my counter," I continue, refusing to let his silence unsettle me. "You want the throne? Come take it. Not through conspiracy, not through poison and assassination and hidden archives. Face me directly, if you actually believe your claim is superior to mine." Kian steps up beside me, placing his hand firmly against the small of my back, unified strength radiating from the simple gesture. Ephraim's eyes flick between us, calculating this new variable.

My voice turned deep as it lowered an octave when I said, "You're a queen and my mouth is your throne. Come. Claim your throne." Amusement lit my eyes when she rolled us over, a sexy, dirty smirk tugging her lips as she looked at me with a challenge. My queen; I realized when she tugged the T-shirt away, making me curse at the sight of her supple, perky breasts. She was a woman on a mission. A mission to claim her throne, which was rightfully hers. I resisted the urge to tie her to my bed and fuck her until she begged me to stop but decided to let her take charge this one time.

She flung his body to the floor and whispered something we could not hear before she tore his head from his body and held it up like a trophy for all to see. “I, Alpha Lamia Langley, The royal Delta’s Daughter, hereby claim this territory as MINE! As far as the eye can see, this land now belongs to me! Who dares to challenge me for the right to claim this land?” *Father* I linked with the king, as I watched him walk towards her. *Son, I will support her, I would be stupid to challenge her claim* I replied. *She has full rights to claim this land. She killed the rogue king, what was his, now belongs to her.* He said before voicing her support.

’ He cursed her then. He had indulged her then but with an arm-length distance. It had all been great unless things became more vivid for her. When her savior opened her eyes, she realized Ambrose was taking away her right to the throne! When they both had an equal right to live, an equal right to the throne after what they endured at the hands of the previous Royals. Why should she live as if she was dead? So she had tested the length of her leash. She brought assassins in the Palace in the guise of her glamorous maids, stole from the treasury to fulfill her ambitions, and placed her people in the governing offices but he had overlooked all of her transgression until now…

Jaxon dragged the old woman in the center and said, “What do you want me to do with this woman?!” The woman looked really scared, her hands were tied up and Jaxon even pulled her hair hard, “I’m going to kill you woman, do you hear me?! huh?!” “I’ll deal with her later.” I walked away from them with a smile on my face because I know Connor got my girl already and the conference was finished. “I am not done with you yet, Thaddeus.” I glance at him. “Not yet till I claimed my throne….one day.” They were all taken aback when they heard that from me because they had not anticipated that I would have it in my mind to claim the throne that my father had left for me for a very long time. I simply w

He reiterated my exact words defensively. "Do you not realize the implication of that? You've been in mermaid waters before." The only sound now was from Philip. Then I choked. "What?" I was the most curious. I mean, I had to be. I had almost no idea about myself so every little thing I discovered made me feel better. The scales on my back was on the list of things Tiberius and I kept from the council. And trust me, there was more. "You've been in mermaid waters." She repeated. "At some point in your life, you lived or visited mermaid waters so your blood automatically qualifies as antidote since you have a touch of mermaid."

But to fulfill her ambitions, she drags them to the throne room and climbs Mace's throne. "All hail Queen Arcadia! Ruler of he North and the south!! Queen of the entire land!!" She praises herself and imagines a crowd cheering for her, her eyes soften when she remembered that her mother was alive. And Conan. Her teeth grit in anger, she had told Asher to handle that so she was sure he would bring him to her eventually.

He winced as he rubbed his cheeks. "Are you back now?" She asked with her breath heavy. She grabbed a fist full of his hair and he winced as she dragged him towards the mirror. "Take a look at yourself. You are not a coward. You have as much right to the throne as he does. But why does he have to be the one enjoying the benefits of it? Are you not a good candidate for it? Are you not worthy of it? Are you not also a royal? You have the Alpha king's blood running in your veins too... Tell me why you should cower back when we have reached this stage? We are going to reveal ourselves soon and that is when we kidnap his mate... The throne will be all ours... Then the glory... The power... The re