He Called Me His Queen Novels & Stories

For the first time, he had a serious expression etched on his face and I glanced at Maya. "You want me to leave?" Her lips pouted as she faked being hurt and then smiled and began to walk out of the room. "I'll see you later, Selene." Immediately, the door shut, leaving us both In the room; I glanced at him to see his brows, and I tired together in confusion. "You let her call you by your name?" I nodded and he shook his head. "That's not good. No matter who it is, they're not supposed to call you by your name. You're not just anybody! You're the Queen!" He sat down on the only sofa in the room.

"The fuck are you blathering about, you wh*re?" I smirked. "Me? I am not the wh*re here. I am still the Queen, and you are still the wh*re. I mean, I didn't say it. HE DID." I pointed to Theo who growled at me, his face turning into an ugly shade of red. "Are you going to let her talk to me like that?" "What? He was the one who called you his wh*re, and me his Queen. What would he say to me now? It was his words."

“Go spend time with her.” “I have no queen.” “Sure,” I laughed. Suddenly, the king wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me close against him. I gasped, shocked, as powerful sparks coursed through my body from his touch. He moved in closer, pointing at me with the hand holding his glass. “You listen to me very well now, little mate,” he began, and I looked up into his intense eyes. “I have only one queen, and that is my mate. She is standing right in front of me.”

I suggested and Dexter nodded. I crawled into his bed snuggling him close and opened his favorite book, Alpha Assassins. The boy hugged my waist, listening for a few moments, regaining as much strength as he could. "My Queen." His little voice interrupted. I giggled. "You can just call me Elena or El. You know that, right?" "Never. You are my Queen, rightful Queen for us all. I need to tell you something and we don't have much time before Damien texts you."

I nod. "Then what nickname shall I give you?" He asks. "Just call me Carrie, like Ty," I say with a smile. "No.." he shakes his head. "Why? You don't like it? Then call me Ann, like Aaron." He shakes his head more vigorously. "That doesn't suit you at all." "Then what suits me?" I ask. "Queen suits you," he says. I feel a blush creep onto my face. He then pulls me closer to him and wraps his hands around my shoulder. "But I'm a little worried, some bad kings will try to hurt my queen."

The latter looked at me with disgust which I shrugged off. They stopped in front of us. Bowing, I said, "Your Majesty." "My queen." I looked up, not wanting him to show my surprise. My heart warmed at his endearment. It felt natural in my ears, even if this was all part of my lies. "I hear your voices even at a distance. What happened, My Queen?" the alpha king asked. My heart flipped three hundred sixty degrees when he called me my queen again. Damn it. I did not want to get used to his endearment. These were nothing but lies to fool the father and son—nothing else. But still…it made my heart swell with pride and other emotions which I could not pinpoint.

He threw a cloak over his naked body and stepped toward me. “I spare her life only because of your plea, my Queen,” he said, his voice a deep, melodic rumble. “But from this day forward, you must never lower yourself to your knees. You are the Luna Queen.” His words sank into my mind, but I couldn't process them. Queen? Me? I knew I should stand, but my legs felt like jelly and my head felt as heavy as a stone. I remained motionless, my heart hammering a wild rhythm against my ribs. Strong hands gripped my arms, helping me rise, and a finger gently lifted my chin.

But now, Darius… “Why do you keep calling me ‘my queen’?” I asked as Darius put on a pair of pants. He turned to me, smiling a little. It was strange to see him smile so much. “It’s just for fun,” he said. “It sounds a little better than ‘my princess,’ but that is what you are, of course. Still, you’re as beautiful as any queen.” “Wait… you’re not a king?” “King?” he asked, sounding confused. “No.”

“It’s not my place.” My heart dropped like lead into my stomach. “Why can’t you tell me?” I pressed, desperate now. “If it’s affecting him, it affects me. I deserve to know.” His gaze softened, not with pity. With regret. “It’s not that simple, my Queen.” My Queen. It was the first time I’d heard him call me that, not in formality, not in jest, not like some title tossed around in ceremony, but like it meant something. Like he was saying, forgive me without the words.

He winked giving her a full legit explanation for his busyness. However, Stella barely listened to his words after she heard him call her, his queen! She was diving into the pit of mixed emotions at the moment. Nobody, clearly nobody called her a princess before, let alone be the word queen. She can't stop staring at his face while her eyes shockingly stilled at one spot, his eyes. She cannot say anything further as he had left nothing for her to remark on. Stella felt on the seventh cloud being called as his queen! And the way he called her his queen, wow that sounded hot from his mouth.