He Called Me His Queen Novels & Stories

"I returned the money and food he lent me. It's no secret, my queen." "I know you would never betray me. But I don't like it!" "What don't you like?" "The way you treat me!" My voice wavered, and I choked back tears. "You're so formal! You call me 'my queen'! I'm your mate!" Elijah blinked, then suddenly chuckled. "Then what should I call you? You are the queen." "Whatever!" I turned away, frustrated. Before I could take another step, Elijah gently grabbed my wrist. "I'm sorry. But please don't be mad, okay?"

another asked and I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. "He also called her his, claiming her. Could she be his mate? I thought Queen Aurora was his mate, did the moongoddess grant him two?" People kept whispering and coming to conclusions. While I was unable to take it anymore and tried reasoning with him. "Please l-let m-me go, you are attracting attention and what about your reputation?" I asked and he scoffed, chuckling deeply which I surprisingly found sexy. "You think I care about that? I am the fucking king." He whispered into my ear, biting my earlobe in the process, sending shivers down my spine.

“Lawrence, maybe drop the tile now that we're away from the pack. People might find it weird that youre calling me that.” He blinked. “Well, what should I call you, My Queen?” I thought about it and there weren't a lot of options. “Call me my name. Elinna.” If you had seen his face, you would have thought that I asked him to kill the King. “I would gladly give my head on a platter of gold to the King than refer to you by your name. You are the King's wife. Only he can do that. I would prefer it if I could keep calling you My Queen because that's what you are.”

He said this, wiping his tears. "Now get up on your damn feet. All this drama is irritating me." I said it with a growl. "Are you really an Alpha?" I asked him with a taunt. "A king only bows down to his queen." He said those cheesy lines, getting up on his feet and holding my hand lovingly. Hearing this, I chuckled, shaking my head. "What? Did I say something wrong? I really think of you as my queen," he confessed.

“Because I thought it was a copy!” Several guests moved closer. Mattew caught my arm and lowered his voice. “Tell me where you got it.” “From my husband. You’ve heard the answer before.” “You expect me to believe the Alpha King married you?” “I expect you to let go of my arm.” He released me, but stayed in my path. “Georgia, listen. Hand it over and apologize. I’ll speak to the royal staff before this goes any further.” “You just told everyone I wasn’t with you.”

"Please, call me Sol. 'Prince Sol' will only make the power go to my head, Princess." I tilted my head, meeting his gaze with the cool confidence of someone who had built an empire from dirt. "Well now, Sol, I am not a princess as you well know. I am more of a Queen." "Queen, huh?" Sol’s smirk widened, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous purr. "I like that more myself."

I paused, pushing away from his chest and staring into his eyes, “Why do you call me that?” He bent down, leaning against the tree and sitting down and pulling me with him. “In this Kingdom, they call you Queen.” He paused, “But no one treats you like a Queen. They don’t deserve you and you’re not some Queen.” He caressed my cheek, wiping away the tears, “You are a goddess. You’re meant to be worshipped, not abused. You’re supposed to be the greatest of them all. This Kingdom is too small for you. You’re meant to rule over everything.”

Who replaces the mother with her daughter as a love interest? That's just sick in all ways. I ignored him, but he didn’t seem fazed. He opened the door and gestured with his hand. "After you, my Queen. Your people are waiting for you." I furrowed my eyebrows, internally gagging at the way he called me his Queen. I wasn't and would never be his Queen. Not in this lifetime or the next. "I can't wait to introduce you to everyone," he said as he walked behind me, his eyes never leaving my frame.

She splayed her hands at her sides. His chest rumbled with laughter. "anything to make you want me, my queen." Queen? She was surprised he'd called her that. Though, not as surprised as when he'd called her sweet muffins. "First, I'm not your queen don't call me that. Secondly, you're shady, like an onion, there's always a different layer to you, you'd just tried two different strategies and it's making me wonder what you'd try next. But anyways, just know this, no matter what you do, I'd never ever want you."

I whispered. “Don’t you get it? That’s how special you are to me.” “Kill me,” I repeated, the ache in my head worsening. A sharp refusal contorted his face. “My queen.” His other hand made me feel more of his cold temperature as it held the other side of my face. “Your heat… It keeps calling to me.” “H-heat?” I sounded like a maltreated pig.