He Called Me His Queen Novels & Stories

I pressed my palm against my cheek, still hot from the memory. “And he said it back. More than once. He—he called me his queen.” This time, they both screamed. "Of course you're his Queen. That man certainly is a King. Does he have a Throne room and a throne where he sits and dictates laws and punishments? You got yourself a man, Sis." Cherry squealed. I groaned and flopped back on the couch. “I told you not to scream!” “Sorry, not sorry,” Cherry said between giggles. “Katherine, are you actually happy? I mean really happy, not just pretending for the kids.”

I chuckle and lean into him, allowing him to lead. “Sebastian?” “Hm,” he hums back. “You called me your mate today.” Our swaying slows to a stop. He pulls his face away from mine, towering over me. Moments like this used to scare me; I wanted to run away and hide until he left me alone, but now I welcome his demanding presence. I lean backwards and into his hands, making him hold me in place. “Did I?” He asks. It’s my turn to hum back. “I did, yes. I also called you my Queen.”

Tonia's POV. "Jayden," I called with a concerned tone. "Jayden," I repeated and shifted a bit. He stopped kissing my neck and our eyes locked. "Yes, my Queen?" I didn't know what happened at that moment but whatever I wanted to say vanished and I quickly looked away. The way in which he called me his queen sounded so wonderful, but I knew I shouldn't be enjoying it. I turned my gaze to the spot where I saw Alpha Keith, but he was gone.

I promised that I will not tell him anything since I believed I was not going to change to my true self again. "Are you already my queen?" I heard him ask through the door. I was already used by him calling me queen since this is helping me to at least remember that I was supposed to be the next queen of snakes though that was not going to happen anymore since one thing I know is that the snake kingdom might by now having whipped out of the universe by the dragons. "I will be through in about ten " I answered with a smile though he could not see it. I was falling for him more and more each day and believed he loves me as much as I do him.

he whispers, voice low and rich with pride and fierce possession. My heart stutters painfully, a thousand emotions colliding violently within me, fear, confusion, relief, and an odd sense of belonging that stings almost painfully sweet. Somehow, despite the wildness, despite the danger of this rogue territory, his words resonate deeply, echoing within the broken corners of my soul. Queen. He called me queen.

He called me his queen. Saying it in French just made it sound like silk caressing my ears. A week ago I was struggling to gain his respect and have him accept and acknowledge me as an Alpha, now he’s calling me a queen. Those walls are crumbling terribly fast. I was afraid to admit it, but I think I really am falling for him.

I said out with Dante smiling as I smiled back. I wish it did not come to that because me and cooking did not go hand in hand. My face was brought forward again, the king placing a kiss on my forehead. “ I know you will, my queen.” Was he trying to kill me, my eyes shut. He called me his queen! I was someone’s queen. I was his queen.

“Yes, it is.” I pat his strong shoulder, sighing. “Send out Ivan, please.” I love myself some Ivan Seto. But, gosh, that man can flirt my panties right off me, lbvs! Jas bows his gigantic head humbly. Smoothly reciting, “As you wish, My Queen.” Oh, that sent all types of thrills and sassy chills through me! Queen? No one has ever called me that before. Being called that made me feel better than I imagined it would. I bite my lip, to stop from kissing him again. I love how they all call me something different.

“She’ll be the princess in our house.” Tessa frowned in fake offense. “So what about me? You always call me princess.” A small smile touched his lips. “You’re not a princess anymore, Tessa. You’re the queen.” The words stunned her. She had only been joking, but he meant it. The way he said it sent a sweet, ridiculous warmth blooming in her chest. Queen. Her cheeks heated. She looked away, smiling without realizing it.

I never thought we’d ever get to this point. “Everything’s going to be okay,” I whisper. “I’m here, aren’t I?” He glances at me, and for a moment the edges of his expression soften and his lips twitch. He squeezes my hand, his thumb brushing the back of my knuckles. “I know, how can I be afraid when my mate is a queen?” The word ‘queen’ lands heavily, but I push it down. I don’t know about you, but there is just something about a man calling you his queen.