Claiming Her Throne Novels & Stories

"That's what the meeting was about with the council. We were discussing succession. Those who supported my father used the claim that I'd become inactive in pack affairs to try to weaken my stake on the throne." "And? Did you stop them?" Her eyebrows drew closer in anticipation. "I just reminded them of who I was since they'd clearly forgotten. I'm taking my throne, Vivian. And I want you to do that with me." She gulped, shaking her head but I simply yanked her closer. "You have a soft heart, but I learned a long time ago the hard way that being soft was no trait of a leader. Then again I was always vicious, so maybe it's a bit of both."

I said, stating the errors of her ways, and she growled. I noticed the former Delta and Gamma were not in support of her either but had no choice but to comply because of reasons best known to them. "You dare come into my Kingdom and challenge me for my throne? I am royalty by marriage. I may not have a child, but I have many more years. Your King and the Bear King have no claim to the throne. My husband's death is based on speculation. I will remain on the throne until he returns or his body shows up," She said, and I sighed.

He said his voice ruling over the room, in one instant, he got the attention of thirty young men waiting for what he has to say. As always, the man's leadership skills were natural talents that seemed to show without him even trying. "May I introduce our new student? This is Lady Elinor Cornella Pendragon, the first candidate for the throne and a direct descendant of the king's bloodline. She's going to join our classes as one of the first few female students to attend the government candidate classes." One of the students from Louis' fan groups, as she decided to name them, stood up and addressed Louis ignoring her.

I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.

She was being protected by the councils and even the Lycan King is beside her right now. “Elias, end this war. . . .” she uttered, panting. “I can’t consume the energy I am holding right now. We can’t risk our baby,” she added, nervously. Elias nodded his head. “Tonight, we will claim the victory!” Eury shouted to her people. “We will win! Attack them and let’s kill the King and Queen to have the throne for us!” Celeste smirked and then laugh sardonically. “You will never win! You will never have the throne! You will never be a queen of the throne!” Celeste growled.

A test wrapped in a shiny red cover and a fucking red ribbon on top. The queen was a fucking snake. And she slithered around so gracefully. No wonder why she survived the cruel world of politics and managed to stand so tall. In all honesty, I fucking respected her. “For real? You are serious?” Rayana continued having her own meltdown before she threw herself at her aunt and started jumping down excitedly. I took that as my cue to leave. With a small mumbled ‘excuse me’, I walked away from the raised deck that led to the throne chair, then beckoned Kaito with my finger.

She delighted in the chaos. As for me? I was nothing but a pawn in their game. Not anymore. I refused to be treated as a pawn. I clenched my fists. "I don't belong to any of you." Liam stepped closer. "Gwen" I interrupted with a growl. "I belong to myself." Silence. Then I spoke the words that froze them in place. "I will claim my throne." Tina applauded. "Finally, you're thinking like a Queen." Ronan smirked. "Well, this just got intriguing."

I ask him, but his eyes are trained on Serana and I’m sure the vein in his neck is going to burst. “I’m sure with you being his fated, he will tell you soon. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m tired and I’m going to bed.” She turns on her heels and walks towards the doors when she stops and turns to face us. “Oh, before I forget. I Serana Bastian, claim my birthright to the throne and the kingdom. So you and your mutt can leave. You are not welcome here.” Gasps and murmurs ring out. Fuck!

"They need a real Queen. Someone stunning. Someone with elite education and perfect pack pedigree. When they see you, they will toss that pathetic human straight into the streets. You are going to rule this pack, Clara." "Well, when you put it like that," she laughed lightly, clearly enjoying the idea. "I suppose I should wear the red dress you bought me." "Wear the red one," he agreed. "Get some sleep on the flight. I will see you tomorrow." Hanging up the phone, Thorne tossed it onto the seat next to him. He felt incredibly smug. While the rest of the council was panicking over dead guards and old women's prophecies, he was quietly positioning his own bloodline for the throne.

She kissed me like she was claiming something, like she was marking her territory. I let her. Her hands found my shoulders. Her fingers dug into the fabric of my shirt. She climbed into my lap, straddling me, her gown hitching up around her thighs. Her mouth moved from my lips to my jaw to my throat. I grabbed her waist and pulled her closer. "Sonia," I said. She pulled back just enough to look at me. Her eyes were dark, half-lidded. Her lips were parted. "I am not asking for promises," she said. "I am not asking for love. I am asking for a place. When you take the throne. When you have everything you want. I want to be there."