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I am in a cell alone. Felix and the queen come to the bars separating us "Your majesty, we are just friends. We apologise for slacking off to have an impromptu gathering but thats all it is" I plead. Her snakes glide out from the bottom of her dress. They slither and wrap along the bars before wrapping themselves along me. Constricting. To look at them they appear as shadows but they feel real. The power of the queen's mark.

Christan's betrayal, Aiden's safety, the unforeseen predicament of the Black Fang pack, my friends who were walking a tightrope around me - everything felt overwhelmingly chaotic. In an attempt to alleviate the oppressive thoughts, I decided to switch gears and step into a role that would empower me. A role where I wasn't a victim or a helpless bystander but the reigning queen - in control and dauntingly powerful. And to complement that, I needed something that was equally captivating and seductive. I navigated towards my closet, my fingers brushing against the lavish fabric as I picked out a lingerie set that screamed 'queen.'

It wasn’t just her position in the hierarchy that made her so easy to listen to; her voice was like a clear flute note- so pleasing to the ear that several girls across the hall had smiles on their faces as they leaned into the wisdom of their leader. Next to Ceanna, Nancy nodded emphatically when the queen asked them if they were excited to be discovering who their mates were. When the time came for a few girls to share what their pairing experiences had been like, Nancy whispered to the girls around her. “I could watch her all day, she’s so amazing.” They all agreed. “She looks so beautiful and sure of herself.” Pause. “I can’t imagine her being an awkward teenager at all.” Ceanna concurre

Spying on people was bad, I knew it was, but I couldn’t help myself, so I pressed my back against the wall and listened. “She is no Queen of mine. I don’t care what the King says, I refuse to accept a lowly being like her and as someone who is meant to stand above me. At this point, I would rather see an Omega stand in her place. A human for a Queen? Please,” a woman scoffed. Oddly enough, I didn’t feel offended. In fact, I didn’t feel anything. It was as if in a matter of a couple of hours I had managed to grow my skin so thick, no words could penetrate the defenses.

“No, he didn’t and even if he would have chosen to do it, that's not your problem. Who do you think you are to speak like that about our future king?” “I am his future wife and queen and I have all the reasons to speak how I want!” “Amber!” Pete Thompson yelled at her, but Carson took a few steps and looked at her and then at her father, and then he said with disgust. “Is this the way you will act when you will be a queen?” and he starts to laugh. “ A queen should be a humble leader, also she should be a clear communicator, and advocate for self-love and self-resilience. Maybe you should learn how to tap into your queen energy to become a woman who fearlessly perseveres for what she wants wi

When you finally become My Queen. "My queen," I whisper. The words make my head feel woozy, like I’m floating. “Is he serious? What the hell does this unlock? Do I even get to say no to him?” “Oh God!” I clutch my forehead, feeling the horny fever I'm already developing. Everything here is totally giving me the dangerous kind of butterflies. The kind of feelings I don't know how to recover from. I drop the key and move the box again. I think there’s something else at the very bottom.

When I pull the foil square out and roll it down my length. Every woman I fuck, I always have to pretend they are my Queen. So I only fuck brunettes. A lot of women that wanted on my list began dying their hair. I loved the power I had over them. However, every woman I fucked was a poor replacement for the one I wanted.

"No. Liam!" "Oh, fuck yes!" I moaned in a complete haze of lust and pleasure. "I’m knotting inside you. Don't move... not yet, oh fuck." "Are you going to knot every time I go into heat?" "I fucking hope so. I feel like I'm dying, but in the best way possible." I opened my eyes to look at my Queen and she sat naked on top of me, arms crossed and scowl on her face. "You want this. I see you watching yourself in the mirror, rubbing gently over your belly." My hand moved over her, knowing exactly where my swollen mushroom tip was inside her. "You feel amazing, baby. Tell me you want this!" I demanded.

Every time I try to convince myself that this lifestyle isn't for me, I'm reminded that I'm a Volkov, and that means ruling the underworld is in my blood. I am a woman. Men have ruled my world whether I like it or not, and taking Leo up on his offer will give me the protection I need. This way, I won’t have to worry about the safety of those I love, forever looking over my shoulder and wondering when my empire will be slaughtered next like my fathers' empire was. In general, there is nothing more repulsive than allowing one's pride to override one's instincts. As a soft knock on my bedroom door echoes through the breeze, I turn around to see one of Leo’s men standing outside my bedroom door.

Now I knew what Stella meant when she said the fae were sensual creatures… I snapped my gaze to the Queen to find her looking at me with a patient expression. She didn’t look amused like her peers, and that just earned her brownie points in my book. Well, as a woman who constantly had to prove herself to stay in power, I admired her for ruling an entire race. I knew firsthand how draining it must be...