Her Crown Novels & Stories

Did drowning make her brain sharp or what happened to her? “ How dare you act so rude to us ?” The Queen asked “ just like you dared come to my room and start being rude to me,.. Did you expect me to just watch you guys and cower in fear? Sorry to burst your bubble, but I don't care what names my future husband is being given or what you or anyone think of him. None of your options matter, and since when are you interested with my future? Either I die first or last during the throne battle, it's none of your business. Sadly I can't entertain you people because I need to be at peace as tomorrow is my wedding. Now cha cha leave my room ” Tara spoke confidently and dramatically shook them out

He steps forward, bowing slightly, then extends a hand. I take it, feeling the electricity of our bond, the unspoken promise that this moment is ours. Mary leans close to me, whispering, “Go, Eva. Shine. This is your crown, your day.” I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat. The hall is filled with our pack, allies, friends, and family. The music swells, flowers trail along the aisle, and the banners flutter above. Theo lifts the crown—crafted of silver and moonstones—and lowers it toward me.

"But now there are two heiresses—Ms. Crone and Ms. Larson. Who will wear the Aetheris Crown?" The black-clad bodyguard presented the crown before Horace and Brittany. Jessica's eyes shone brightly. Since she was the Larson family's heiress, she was confident that the crown belonged to her. Wendy couldn't possibly compete with her!

She was wearing a long,deep red gown with silver detailing along the hem and neck. In spite of her beautiful dress,there was something I noticed and I furrowed my brows. She was wearing a silver crown which shone on her dark hair. This crown wasn’t just a normal crown. It was the crown of the reigning monarch of Silverpine. I couldn’t say it and I hoped that I was wrong,that she had probably just put it on her head for fashion. “Where is Alpha Harold—“ I breathed out,preventing myself from stuttering.

Despite her delicate condition, she stood upright, exuding an unshakeable confidence and undeniable power. Beside her stood a slightly older woman, Luna Verona, who was equally beautiful, and her presence was equally commanding. Her silver-streaked hair framed a face that bore the wisdom of battles and the love of a mother. Her smile was permanently on her face, and her eyes were locked on the priest before them who held a velvet pillow, upon which rested a crown unlike any other. The Crimson crown’s diamond embedded in its centre, which gleamed fiercely, reflecting all lights upon it in shimmers of colours, pulsing with energy that seemed alive. It was a crown only worn by the crimson Alpha

Her face was already pinched into the expression of a woman preparing to fire the entire palace staff. “Mami.” I cracked an egg into a bowl. “Morning.” “My crown is missing.” I picked up a second egg. “Which crown?” Gabby looked at me like I had just asked who the president was. “My pink glitter crown.” “You have four pink glitter crowns.” “The aquarium one.” “Oh. The cheap one.” “It’s royal.” “Royal and seven dollars can coexist.” Her face darkened. “It’s gone.” Another set of footsteps came from behind her.

My twin sister Celeste and I shared the same face, but little else. She believed in forgiveness. I believed anyone who hurt her should pay. Three years ago, Celeste was set to marry Adrien, Crown Prince of Valeria. But an old succession law forbade identical twins from both retaining legal identities once one entered the royal bloodline. So I chose my sister. My parents staged my death, erased Cassandra Montclair from public records, and promised to protect Celeste after I disappeared. I left her my fortune and the Crescent Guard, then vanished to the northern border. I believed my death had bought her safety. Then our dormant twin bond suddenly returned—and pain told me Celeste was being to

Queen Camille's POV I went to the King's chamber after Lady Kay told me His Majesty had requested my audience. "Your Majesty," I greeted respectfully. I took the chair across from where the King was seated. He held a small cup of wine, sipping slowly before looking at me. "The reason I called you is that the court ministers and the villagers across our kingdom have been sending letters demanding the appointment of a Crown Prince," His Majesty said. I remained quiet. "You know our custom. Any prince who is to be appointed Crown Prince must have a fiancée before the appointment can be made. Neither of the princes has one."

So why was my chest filling with something that felt dangerously close to hope? "Forgive me, Your Majesty, but... she is a disgraced omega. Why would the crown want her?" The King looked down at me, kneeling in the dirt with my wrist bleeding where the iron had scraped it, and when he answered, his voice was loud enough for all to hear. "Because she is my mate."

And Irina Vasiliev concluded without taking her eyes from Carla: "Because she proves that she will protect our people even without belonging to them." Then they all said together: "We recognize her." The Crown was brought forward, but it was not called the Lunar Crown. That night, it received a new name: the Crown of the First Pack. Because she was the first human to receive it.