Feminine Titles Novels & Stories

she asked. “The backbone,” I said, with affection I didn’t hide. “Sean, Sharlotte, Banks. Omegas are not lesser; they are essential. They keep the house running, the accounts paid, the web and the phones and the day-to-day stitched tight. If Alpha and Beta set direction, Omegas make sure the ground under our feet is solid while we move.” “That… tracks,” she said, a small rueful sound. “From what I’ve seen downstairs.” “Exactly. Titles are old words for practical functions. We use them with each other because it’s shorthand. Outside, we say manager, supervisor, account lead.”

Then the smile widens. “Oh, Danielle. I lived here long before you ever stepped foot inside these walls.” “And yet,” I say, my voice sharpening, “you’re not the one sitting at this table as Luna.” Something dark and jealous flashes across her expression before she masks it again. “Titles are fragile,” she replies calmly. “They shift. Change. Especially when people begin to realize they’ve settled.” I let out a short, humorless laugh. “Settled?” She leans forward now, resting her elbows on the table, lowering her voice as if we’re sharing a secret.

That was fucking weird, Zane is a royal by association, not y blood, and until there is a formal ceremony, he shouldn´t have authority or power over others. The rest of the drive was silent, and when I paid the driver, he looked at me. "Thanks, Your Majesty," he said, and I squinted my eyebrows. I was always addressed as "your Highness, not Your Majesty... Those titles are used only for the king and queen, or the heirs to the throne, not for those further down the bloodline.

In occasion, a lady is permitted to speak but only to those with the same title. As such, the soft tone of voice in which they are permitted to use is a decibel lower than what can be heard by others. This will be coined as the 'Consort's Voice.' ✾ They say women were born competitive.

I called the woman's name without the title and Phoebe's eyes widened. “That is what I call rude, Lady Livia,” Lady Phoebe said, a fit of irk covering her face. “You should call people who have a higher status than you as ‘Lady’ but you didn't. Not to mention you have been behaving rude by not respecting the three of us.”

She made a stupid, cringe-worthy squeaking noise and nodded her head so wildly her ratty dark hair whipped her face. "Oh, Alaya," she said regaining a modicum of her composure. "Prince Nate has requested your presence." The sound of my name on her tongue sent a shiver down my spine. Addressing superior wolves by Sir, Ma'am or a title was one of the first rules King Ralph ripped up. Only Alphas, Lunas and royalty need to be addressed by title. I used to be ma'am or mistress. Now they all presume to know me well enough to speak the name my parents gave me. I nodded and smirked at Mila.

Nikon said, folding his arms over his chest and leaning slightly to the side. “So? I’m the mafia queen, right? Is the female one called a queen?” I asked, realizing I was probably making up titles—but he just rolled his eyes. “You can be called a mafia boss, a boss lady, or queenpin,” Nikon said, making me smile at the titles. “I think ‘Boss Lady’ is fine. Although I want something with the word queen in it,” I tapped my chin with my fingertip and then pouted. “But it’s fine. I’ll be Boss Lady,” I shrugged happily before turning to the guard again.

It also meant, that apart from the 5 Ministers of Aeternum, she was the 6th person to have these Special badge, and also officially granted her a title of a Royal Concubine and also the rank of Count and Major in Aeternum official ranking. Originally people were shocked when they sees her, some were even distrust her, but over the time, when those that worked with her noticed that she weren’t some snobby noble, but instead she is a refined lady and poised. People started to respect and accepted her and sees her as fitted for the title. On top of that when the saw just how she were treated kindly by the 5 Ministers, who every single Aeternum already knows that they were the Queens of Aeternum

I blushed furiously with his amused look. “I’m not a Princess,” I huffed. Xander’s hands wrapped around my waist with his chin resting onto of my head. I felt his love and understanding through the bond. “Actually, you are. You are the Princess of this kingdom. One day you will change from Princess Emmaline Venscothi to Queen Emmaline Venscothi as well. Most importantly, above all else, you are our Luna. Love, there is nothing wrong with having a title. People address me as Alpha out of respect, but I don’t require it of them. Well, not all of them. Some she-wolves and assholes have been put in their places.”

“To my sleeping Chamber.” I ordered Alpha Damon and this time to my surprise, he didn't argue neither did Ardin try to change my mind. I would be sleeping with Amanisa again tonight and after we were left alone in the room, I realized that Amanisa could no longer be addressed and treated as a servant… I would have to honor the services she carried out tonight by giving her a respectable title but what could be better than “Born Moon Queen”? What could the title be? That question tossed and turned in my mind through the night….