He Called Me His Queen Novels & Stories

The touch was surprisingly soft, too soft for the monster I had imagined him to be. “I called you queen,” he said quietly, “because that’s what you mean to me. Not just because of your power or the council’s opinion. It’s because you’ve already claimed the throne in my mind and, against all odds, in my heart.” I caught my breath. I should’ve pulled away. I should’ve reminded him of every harsh word, every command that had brought me pain. But instead, all I felt was the ache in his voice, the truth struggling to break free.

Only awe. "No," he said. "You're not an omega." He took my hand, his grip tight. "You're a Queen.”

“I wasn’t expecting you to fall on your ass but I definitely wasn’t expecting you to kick ass like you did today, my Queen.” I’m too tired to blush at his compliment but a small smile spreads from one cheek to the other. I like the way he calls me his queen. “Let’s hold the Luna Ceremony this weekend,” he said quietly.

He said with a smile pointing his sword at the whip in my hands. “ I .... Hmm they just came to me” I stammered as I felt my face heating up in a blush when he called me his queen. What was wrong with me? There I was surrounded by four assassins and I was blushing like a sixteen-year-old because he called me his queen.

“No one dared. Calling my name was like a death sentence to anyone who calls me by my name. My parents didn't call me by my name, either. Occasionally, I wonder why they bothered giving me a name when they wouldn't call me by my name. “Oh my goodness! Then I shouldn't have made the mistake of calling you by your name. This is bad. Let's stick with your Majesty, please.” “Hey, why are you in such a panic? I don't see anyone more qualified to call me by my name except you. You're very much allowed to call me by my name. Besides, you'll soon become my Luna and queen.” The moment he said the words, I suddenly felt weak on my knee and staggered backwards.

As if I were his queen. What did that mean? “Yes,” I whispered. Then the call ended. I remained where I was, still under the quilt, wondering what had just happened. Does this mean… I’m Kade King’s girl? The Alpha King’s… woman?

Fresh clothes were neatly laid out on the bed, leaving me curious about his whereabouts. “Babe!” I called out, pulling the blanket tightly around me. The sound of running water reached my ears, and I settled back against the headboard, feeling a wave of relaxation wash over me. Hearing his voice made my heart flutter, and a bright smile spread across my face. “I’m in the bathroom, I’ll be out soon, my Queen.” I couldn’t help but grin, biting my lip at his endearing words. Since last night, after dinner, he had taken to calling me "my queen," and it filled me with a sense of importance and warmth.

I take a step back and Chris pouts. “It can’t be possible, Chris.” Alrich states. Since when did he get to call the King, Chris? “It is possible. I don’t know how but, it is.” He answers, completely ignoring Alrich calling him by Chris. “What is going on, Chris?” I ask nervously. He looks me dead in the eyes and says the last thing that I expect. “You’re my Queen, Rae. You’re my Queen.”

He brought his mouth down until his lips touched mine lightly, just barely, and yet a current shot through me. “I haven’t started playing, and you aren’t a mere chess piece. You are the queen.” He took the knife and straightened, releasing me in the process. He stood slowly, drawing up to his full height and staring down at me. “And what are you in this game of chess?” I whispered harshly, still lying on the mattress. “I’m the king.”

***Only you get to call me that my queen*** ***ditto my king*** Wait, what?! Did Loyalty really just call me her king?! ***Sleep, I’ll see you in the morning*** She doesn’t say anything else and I stare at her last message until I fall asleep!