El Siempre Reina Mga Nobela at Kwento

The news anchor’s voice filled the silence, steady and rehearsed, as images from the announcement hall played again and again. “…by majority vote of the Panel, Reinaldo de Valencia has officially been declared the Crown Prince…” Applause echoed from the speakers. Cameras flashed. Reinaldo’s face appeared on the screen—calm, composed, distant. Anastasia didn’t react. Her eyes remained fixed on the screen, but her expression didn’t change. No smile. No shock. No pride. Just stillness. The anchor continued, “This historic decision marks a new chapter for the royal household—”

"Seize her!" The Wolfkin guards forced me into a booth, pinning me down so I couldn't move. "Luna, what are you trying to do?" I gasped. "You'll find out soon enough!" Luna sneered as she propped up her phone. "Hey there, my lovely Wolfkin fans! This is Luna Everhart, the wife of our newly reinstated royal heir, Prince Reyn! Today's live broadcast will expose something shocking. "I'm sure you've all heard about my husband's ex-wife. Yes, Selena Valtara—the same woman who abandoned Prince Reyn for wealth and power!

She thought it was that woman again, but it was Mia. She let out a deep breath, showing Mia her irritation. “What now?" She asked. "Who are you?" Mia looked drunk. She was so red and walked toward her, swaying. Elisia stepped backwards. She didn't want to get close to Mia because Asra might wake up and attack the girl. "What do you mean who am I? You know exactly who I am." Mia laughed with sarcasm. "You were someone who His Majesty wanted to kill for a long and then all of a sudden, you became his queen? What kind of black magic did you use for the king to change his mind?"

Expensive. Beside him stood cal who glared at us angrily. "Kneel before the king" King? "Don't! It is wrong for them to do that. These are Escalia's children and you know she's not a force to be reckoned with. These are jewels. Treat them with respect" His voice boomed with dark authority leaving me in awe. "We have a deal to establish with you oh-so-powerful-prince" My sister said raising up one of her eyebrows in challenge.

Rhea says as she wraps her arm around mine. “I am not talking to you. I’m talking to Alpha Enrique. Please remember your place and don’t interrupt me.” Kataleya’s eyes flash pink and I almost smirk. Damn, that’s hot. But can I really put it down to jealousy? I don’t know… Rhea frowns, her hand tightening on my arm. “I am to be his luna, the Reina of El Rey Carmesí, so please know your place.” Kataleya arches one of those perfect brows and I turn my attention to those breasts again. I wish I could take a picture… my arm moves, and I instantly push the thought away.

Finn wisely remained fixated on the floor. “My formidable Queen,” I said, embracing her tightly. “You are the only conquest I care about, and the only Queen who will ever stand at my side.” I leaned down, whispering against her temple, letting her feel the true joy in my scent. “Xian’na is my little sister. The heir. The one Davon and I, and the others, have been searching for.” The change in her was immediate. Her tension dissolved, replaced by a deep awe. “Your… your sister? The one with the Holy Blood?”

"Your Majesty, you cannot see the Luna now. Not in your condition." "Leave me," I snap, swatting away the hands while my leg inches toward the edge of the bed with much pain. "Malcolm." I look up to see Reina. The werewolf hasn't changed one bit, the permanent frown I've known since I was a boy visiting my royal packs still intact. But I am among the only few people to ever see that frown smoothen into a smile. "Reina," I call when warriors advance. "Tell them to let me through since they don't have ears for their king anymore."

I can still feel the sadness from him and I look at his to see him force a fake smile. "Congrats guys." A voice speaks just as I was going to talk to Aiden. "Thank you, Jake. " I say as he hugs Aiden and I. "Oh my Goddess. You guys are legit legit King and Queen now." I hear Dree say as she walks up to us with the rest of the group. We hug and the girls gush about the crown. "Come on. You have to get changed for the party." Eva says as her and Dree pull me along with them. I glance back at Aiden to see him look at me before turning his focus back to Derek And Jer.

” I asked. “There are 3 different ways this female could get her hands on the crown. That being before the Princess showed up.” I automatically cringed at the word Princess. “You ok?” “Yeah, just an automatic reflex. Just a word of advice Ray, do NOT let her,” I said quietly like she could hear us while pointing towards her, “ever hear you call her that. She hates it.” I softly chuckled. “Alida? She hates to be called a Princess?” Ray asked confused.

Against all odds. But holding is not the same as winning. And eventually, they could not hold anymore. I turned the page. And found a portrait. Just a sketch, really. Pen and ink. Faded with age. A woman. She was not young in the portrait, but she was not old either. She was somewhere in between, in that particular place where a person stops looking like what they were and starts looking like what they are. Her hair was loose. Her expression was not afraid. Mira. Last Queen of the Witch Covens. Keeper of the High Flame. Killed in the forty-third year of the Crimson War by Aldric the Elder, great-great-grandfather of the current Alpha King.