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"I THOUGHT YOU HATED THAT B!TCH ANYWAYS! SO WHY?!!” "Bahm.... The creatures and beings of the Kingdom feel more safe if they had a queen to follow as well. They think she has the ability to calm you—" "ONLY DURING SEX MA!!!! COME....ONNN!!!" His face was so red his mother Fei could see he was very unhappy.

Never had I imagined my Goddess to weep so sorrowfully. ‘Is this real?’ ‘The experts are evaluating. Looks real to me.’ ‘Our President is admirable. Such a beautiful woman is weeping on his chest, and he is just patting her head. Any man would have hugged the beauty close. He deserves my respect. I want to marry someone like him.’ ‘I knew my idols were the best. Thank God for rewarding my loyalty. Never had I imagined I would be seeing such raw emotions in my Goddess’s face.’ ‘Looks like this is real, the experts have confirmed. I vote for the people who fabricated this to get lynched publicly.’

"You look like a queen. An actual, honest-to-goodness queen." "It's inspired by Elsa," I admitted, feeling heat creep up my neck. "I know it might seem childish, but there was something about her transformation, about her coming into her own power, that seemed to bring out something in me. Tonight feels like my own transformation, my debut into a world where I might finally belong."

I nodded my head, removing my jeans and I also gave it to her. “I am almost jealous of those curvy hips,” she said, smiling at me. I chuckled, shaking my head at her. We both have the same figure, just that I am a bit more curvy. Well, perks of being a werewolf. We females have curvy bodies, but the queen of them all is Octavia. Well, she is queen, so I get it’s justifiable. “Okay, keep your arms out and your head up,” she said. I sighed, doing as she said, and I knew this is going to be the longest hour of my life, but I better get used to it. This is my life now.

He smiles at me, and I shrug. "You're a fucking Queen, Alexis. I spoke to a lot of the women today and they all spoke highly of you, they all look up to you and admire your strength. You might not have fought for yourself, but you did for them if you saw anything bad happening." My head drops at his words, the hot flush rising on my cheeks. "If I'm a queen, I should have a throne," I whisper as a joke. "You have one baby. Me, I'm your fucking throne," he says fiercly and I can't help but melt at his words.

ALEJANDRA. We’re going back to school today and, ironically, I don’t dread it. I’m actually kind of excited because I know the other fae will be there. I won’t be that weird girl that smells funny. I’ll be… that fairy girl, which is kind of cool. And now they’ll know I’m not a slut. I’m just a fairy queen. And the fairy queen always has a harem to protect her.

She says and I fake cry. They drag me to the place and we walk in with my face blushing at all the pieces that they throw at me. As much as I've tried to be in touch with my feminine side, I always felt ashamed after I look the least bit like a grown woman. I don't know what it is but it's just always been a thing with me. The only time I don't feel like complete shit is when Aiden and I make love. He always make me feel so comfortable in my body and that makes me love him even more.

My queen can not be found looking like a common pack member and not when she's human and humans are very competitive. She should look her part well.

The power I had tasted during the rooftop session awakened something feral inside me. The Gangbang Princess had evolved. No longer content with simply being used, I craved control. I craved worship. I craved the intoxicating rush of commanding a room full of dominant men while still surrendering completely to Liam in private. It was driving me a little crazy. I started texting the Harem more aggressively, demanding sessions on my terms. I began dressing like the Queen I felt I was becoming —

My lips were soft, my skin warm, and somehow, it all worked with the red instead of competing with it. I exhaled slowly, curling my fingers into the fabric at my sides. Regal, undeniably. A queen, without trying. And at the same time… "goddess, help my mates, I looked smoking hot. Not dressed up, not hidden—powerful, confident, and fully aware of exactly who I was.