Novel & Cerita Feminine Titles

She thinks over that for a moment. “What would I have to do?” she asks nervously but I detect interest, which I like. “Entirely up to you. Honestly, most women fated to a ranked member besides an Alpha don’t really do anything with the title, which is stupid. I mean, it’s there, you have it, put it to use,” I say with mild annoyance.

Ysabelle said. I’m about to drag her out of my office when Wendy’s moves fast and grab her jaw. “Watch your tongue wolf. I don’t tolerate such bad attitude. I’m your Luna keep that in mind.” Wendy said before letting her jaw go. “And next time, call my mate by his title. You no longer hold any title here so DO NOT DISRESPECT US by calling us As if we are equal because we’re not.” Wendy said. I can feel her wolf take over her body. I cannot blame her, she got Beta blood and her title is Luna now. Her wolf will be wild and aggressive towards other wolf that shows disrespectful in front of her.

Hopefully we would be able to smooth everything over easily. "What do you even call a female Alphas mate? I don't think Luna fits him." Alaric questioned looking between me and Fenris with open curiosity. "I think you call them a consort, as far as titles, I haven't a clue." Fenris said with a shrug. "Just call him Dr. Cross for now, we may come up with something later. Anyways, on to more important matters. What was so important that you had to interrupt me not once, but twice?"

Lora asked before nodding. “Ladies, thank you for your help with my fainting spell back there, but I need your help now again. Will you mind lending me some hand again? And yes, I need you all to call me Cynthia. As you know, I am yet to become a Queen. I promise whenever I get the title officially, I will let you call me that too.” I said and then exhale the breath I was holding. Josephine chuckled, but nodded. It was Lora who looked corrupted. She shook her head, “But you are born with the title, the title is you. My Queen, you are not going to take the title, you are the title.”

Luna, Queen, what were these titles without Alpha and King? We women got titles based on our partners. I wanted to achieve everything on my own; make my own rules, control everything, including men. Yes! I loved seeing men at their feet. However, as selfish as I was, I would not even give women much power. I was pretty familiar with women's power. It could be destructive. Look at Ashina, who emerged as the Phoenix of the Wolves despite all the challenges I had thrown in her way.

A woman’s voice shouts, I land at the top of one of the many staircases in the castle. “No mother, I’m doing what has to be done for me to get the title which I deserve.” A younger version of Hannah says walking the halls, a woman with dark brown hair following behind her. “You deserve nothing, that title doesn’t belong to you Hannah.” The woman says grabbing Hannah’s hand and stopping her, Hannah stops running and turns to look at the woman. “It never has belonged to you, as soon as you were born and we learnt that you were a female, your father told me we were to have another baby which would need to be a boy. The title has always belonged to you brother, it is just what your father decide

I spoke dourly, "I'm not a lady, for that matter, but I do believe I should be regarded with respect." "They can't give you respect if you don't show them who they should respect. The wolves follow sheer stength and dominance. And no, I am not a sir. I'm not a refined gentleman. Actually, let us not use the titles for humans. I never liked those terms," the last sentence made a display of disgust in his chiseled face.

said Ciara, “but it can also be most instructive. And when one looks upon them with an analytical eye rather than an emotional one, it can be fascinating. We have learned a great deal from such studies.” “Of course, Mistress.” Ciara waved the title off. “I’ve told you. Call me Ciara. There is no need for titles here. I am here to instruct you, and it will go much more smoothly if we dispense with you worrying over titles.” Kamryn nodded, offering a wan smile.

For a full heartbeat, the world stops. King? Did she just say— I stare at her, certain I misheard. But I didn’t. It’s obvious. It’s as if the fire has finally driven her mad. King. Not queen. Not princess. King. The word lands harder than the collapsing buildings behind us. Harder than the heat licking at my skin. In all my years—in every archive, every war chronicle, every ancient text passed down from Alpha to Alpha, every history scroll, every legend recited at council fires, every law carved into stone—not once have I heard a woman claim that title.

He added. “Yes sir”. Margaret replied before holding the hand of her daughter to turn around. “Sir, don't you have a title you're known for”? Isabella asked, wrenching her hand out of her mother's grasp. “What do you mean”? Dagan asked with a puzzled look on his face. “Normally, cu…the leaders of organizations or societies tend to have something they're addressed as”. She said hurriedly, narrowingly escaping saying the one thing that'll annoy Dagan. Hearing that, Dagan smiled menacingly. “I will not dare take any of the glory that's reserved for our goddess”. He said as he glanced at the statue hanging from the ceiling with a reverent look on his face.