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I whispered, soothing her tears. You know perfectly well who I am, Vienna, for we are cut from the same cloth. My blood courses through your veins and the thoughts in my mind are mirrored in yours. That’s why I love you, even though I never loved your mother; you remind me of myself. But in the end, it won’t be you sitting on my throne. It will be Cercei, my firstborn, the child of the woman I adore. She possesses a heart none of us can match, and she holds the North at her feet. Through her, my legacy will endure, and my empire will thrive. We only need to show her where she truly belongs, for she has been betting on the wrong side.

“But Elara realized that purpose too late. Mother died before she could ever use that power she was given. And since that day, Elara swore she’d never wield it again—never call upon the strength that failed her when it mattered most.” I swallow, a heaviness growing in my chest. Nyvrae’s eyes glint with the faintest edge of pity—or anger. “Elara sits in the North now, one of the most powerful queens alive. Even though the West rules the lands, none of them would ever dare ask the North for aid. Not from her.”

She confirms before taking quick steadying steps towards his house. His doors are locked. Something that I never do. As King, I have nothing to hide, and I always welcome my subjects to see me when they need my assistance, something he clearly does not do. “Well, now what?” I ask as Elnora balls her hand into a fist and pounds on the door. “What are you doing?” I am shocked by her behavior. “Demanding an audience.” “He is a King.” “I am a Queen.” Her words are a matter of fact. “Well, yes, you are, but this is his kingdom.” “For now, he keeps up his shit, and it will be our Kingdom.” She plasters on a smile as someone comes to the door with an angry face. “The penalty for disturbing the king

The priceless diamonds shattered into a hundred useless pieces, scattering across the marble floor. Kaelen flinched, staring at the ruined symbol of his power in absolute shock. "I am not an executioner," I told Kaelen, my voice ringing with finality. "And I am not an Aurelian Emperor. I am the Queen of the North. I do not want your cursed city." I stepped over him, heading toward the massive, dark tunnel that the Leviathan had carved through the bedrock.

I was losing my own humanity to keep them safe. I was the Queen of the North. And the North was hungry.

Nala roughly pushed the girl into Noir's arms and he knocked her out. "Where are the others" Thane growled out. Althea answered. "When I got back from the infirmary, everywhere was quiet. The guards and the maids were all asleep. I decided to hide myself when I heard some noise in the kitchen. The beta female and the queen wanted something to eat. After they left, I saw her pour something on one side of the steak. When she tasted it, she didn't eat from the part that she poured something on. So I figured something was wrong. When she got back to the kitchen, she made a call and said she had done it and the queen will be dead soon"

"You are the Queen of the North now." He lowered his head, his canines lengthening, pressing against the exact spot where her pulse was thundering. Nora closed her eyes, a smile of pure, defiant joy on her lips. As his teeth sank into her skin, a blinding light of gold and silver erupted in her mind, and far away, in the Blood Moon pack, Kashton Blackwood fell to his knees, clutching his chest as his soul screamed in agony. The claim was complete.

the voice said again, softer now. “My Queen,” I answered quietly. A brief silence passed. “You may raise your head,” she said gently. I hesitated… then slowly obeyed. The woman before me carried herself with effortless grace. Her presence was strong, yet not suffocating. Her eyes were observant, wise, and… kind. “I am Queen Seraphina Nightcrest,” she introduced calmly. “Mother to Dalton.” Nightcrest. The name settled with weight. I bowed my head slightly again. “It is an honor, my Queen.”

Their faces were pressed against the cold floor as their bodies shook violently. Several female werewolves who used to know me were trembling so hard their teeth chattered. “S-Selena… the Alliance’s strongest Alpha King, Lord Lucas, is your mate?” “The steward elder even performed a kneeling salute! And Leo called her his mom! She must be that mysterious Luna Queen everyone talks about, the one Lord Lucas treasures above all!” Gasps spread through the room again. I found the noise irritating, so I simply gave a faint smile.

There is no alternative. I shook my head and my discomfort pricked me. I cannot... somebody who puts his life in danger of mine? I... I don't even know them. I can't ask that of anyone." “You do not have a choice,” Rowan said. “It is not a question of asking; it is a matter of survival. You are queen now, Auri. You must act accordingly." I heaved a sigh and leaned against the bed in an attempt to wrap my head around it. "When will I meet this knight?"