Clarence And Queen Novels & Stories

But somehow the Moon Goddess mated me to an average warrior instead of an Alpha or even a beta. Clarence was a kind but boring man and not what I wanted. He was satisfied with what life had handed to him. His father was a warrior and his mother an omega. He became a warrior and was content. He didn’t want to become commander or go to the academy. I wanted more from life, I wanted a mate with standing. A mate that would sweep me off of my feet with grand gestures. Clarence brought home flowers on special occasions. Sometimes a box of chocolates. He was caring and a bit of a simpleton. Many women would have been happy with him but not me.

"Don't act like you are a saint! You only got with Rafael for money!" "I loved him. I loved my late sister's husband enough to kill her!" Clarence was a mad woman. "And yet, he couldn't see me. He looked at you like you were his world and what? You couldn't even wait one second to know why he was divorcing you!"

Before the current Queen, the King dotted on the first Concubine, and treated her like his most cherished possession until he set his eyes on the young woman who is now his Queen. Loud gasp soars through the crowd, as the ladies gawks at Lady Mingue like she has lost her mind. They marveled at the young woman’s audacity to mention something that is a sore subject. Something no one dares to mention, not in front of the concubine. They think it but dare not speak it loud.

Feeling that the aura that intimidated them was gone, they stood and sat down on their perspective chairs. Clara smiled at them sweetly. "I hope you won't think badly. You understand that we just had war and lost countless warriors, right?" Clara said. She was talking elegantly, and her voice was so sweet in the ears of the visitors. Alpha Roy smiled at Clara, "Of course, we understand, our Queen," He said and glanced at the omegas who entered the kitchen pushing some carts full of food.

Even the maidservants and knights looked our way. The Queen smiled at us while the King remained emotionless. The King’s expression is similar to Claire's. The resemblance is uncanny. Claire and I paid our respects to them. "I'm Luna Syesha McCleen." I introduce myself. "I'm Claire Roque," Claire said while staring blankly at them. Her expression exactly mirrored the King's. Wow! "What can we do for you?" the King asked. And he stares at Claire intently. The Queen stared at Claire as well while blinking her eyes multiple times. I guess they could feel the connection between them.

Queen mumbled “ I am sorry to say but you will be here for a while” Claire mumbled and tried stroking Queen's hair and Queen jerked up in anger “ Don't touch me” Queen mumbled “ I can't do that,” Claire muttered, stroking her hair. Queen grumbled in anger before grabbing Claire's hand and she bit him “ Argh!!!!” Claire screamed erupted merging with Queen's infectious laughter

I’m not sure who I was expecting to walk through that door, who I imagined the clutch person was that the King went to in situations like this would be. But it certainly was not the Queen, my mate, and my future Queen. The three women walked in, heads high and smiles on their faces. In their hands they each had a cup of coffee and paperwork. I noticed Olina’s hair was on the top of her head in a messy bun, a signature look that she sported when she was busy working through an issue.

He remembered the little things I loved…the perfume I loved, the heels I’d stared at through shop windows like they were a dream I’d never reach. I lifted the bottle first, fingers trembling. The glass was cool against my palm. I spritzed once on my wrist, and the scent wrapped around me, It felt like a hug I hadn’t realized I needed. Then the heels. I slipped them on, and they fit perfectly, like they’d been waiting for me. The red soles flashed with every step, a quiet declaration of war. “You look like a queen,” she whispered. “Like you’re about to conquer the entire damn world.”

My girlfriend was a chess prodigy while I had trouble playing checkers, but she always let me win. When others questioned if I deserved her, she would tell them with unshakeable conviction, "I'd rather lose everything than lose him." Later on, she joined the national team while I stayed in a local college. Despite being apart for four years, we were always on video calls, and I'd travel over to visit whenever I had a break, even if it meant watching her from a distance through the training camp fences. We never thought we'd drift apart until one competition, where she blundered across seven rounds because she was playing a certain handsome youth. I knew right then that it was over betwe

He knew something was wrong when I issued an order to revoke all authorizations to Freeman Group, so he came to the airport to wait for me. Now, he looked at Ashley with a cold gaze. "Please step back, Ms. Freeman." She froze. "I'm his wife." George held her gaze. "Did you remember you were his wife when you had him dragged into the storage cabin?" Ashley's face turned deathly pale.