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Even more territorial and possessive than a lycan's beast. One look at the dragon and Aric knew that who he was but before Aric could catch his attention the bastard started addressing the lycans. "I'm the Royal Dragon Messenger from the court of Queen Amber from the house of 'The Untouchables' also known as the Cold Queen who's as cold as the wastelands that surround her Queendom and as deadly as the poisonous snow that covers the Wastelands. . ." Murmurs broke all around the dragon. But soon they were silenced by the dragon's next words.

When I’m not. These women probably ran the whole supernatural world. While the men were always roaring and yelling in each other’s face about who is who. I know women are the key players in that game of chess. If the queen is protected. Everything is going well and you can make great moves. And when shit goes south, the queen protects the king. I’m guessing this is where you get your warriors and foot soldiers for protection. “The one and only,” Daciana smirks proudly. “Wait, I have heard that he was with someone. The daughter of that small pack’s alpha.” She stares at me with widened eyes. “It makes sense now. I have never seen someone as pretty as her.”

With those words, Shawn stabbed him with the hot knife, causing Ashton to cry out in pain as blood oozed from his lower stomach. Afterward, Shawn dropped the knife and said, "Good, now we can talk. Where is Queen?" "I don't know, I swear," Ashton replied. "Wrong answer," Shawn retorted as he reached for the knife again. However, Ashton interrupted, "I know someone who knows. Black Dragon knows where she is. He's the one who arranged everything." Shawn inquired, "Why would Black Dragon know Queen's whereabouts when you lured her out?"

We are the only one here aside from Preston and Astrid; everyone has been moved to the courtyard. “Who in the hell are you and what do you want?” I seethe out, my voice hard. “Oh, you don’t know me. Why don’t I give you a proper introduction about everything that truly happened.” She says; running a hand along the table, where part of Orion’s blood is splattered. “I am Queen Freya, in charge of my weyr.” That means, that makes her a dragon. Weyrs are like packs and Freya is a dragon, but I don’t know her.

No, that is the last thing I would do, but because I fear myself. There was a moment of silence before Dwayne's thick voice filled the room, "We are gathered here today to anoint my chosen into her rightful place as queen of the lycanthropes. She shall, from this day onward, rule along side me til death do us part", he said and the heaviness of his words hit me like a ton of bricks. I'm going to be the Queen of the lycanthropes? The Luna queen? Holy shit! "Now Daphne, if you'll repeat after me... I- say your full name". If not for the seriousness of this occasion, I would've repeated exactly what he said, "I Daphne Penelope Ro-", I get cut off by a voice inside my head,

"Wearing a crown. Coiled around a broken sword." Varek took one slow step back. Boots bolted to the floor. "That line is dead," Varek said. The words came out like gravel. "The Sovereign King and his wife burned in the Sector Four sweeps. Ten years ago. There was no child." "The girl is twenty," Tor said. Voice coming back now. Harder. Like he'd made a decision. "She grew up in Sector Four. She fights with the Sovereign form... you saw it yourself in the hallway. And her father isn't hiding from a shipping debt." Something moved in Tor's face. Something complicated and old and guilty. "He's a Royal Guard. He's been keeping her buried in the outer rim for ten years to keep her breathing."

But even in seclusion, they were feared. And Kiara’s mother had been the worst of all. The last full-blooded dragon. Royalty by birth. A queen with wings the color of obsidian and flame, a mind sharp as war steel, and a daughter born of fire and wolf. She represented the past. Her child? A terrifying future. So the wolves called it treason. They brought silver and soldiers. And the dragons—few, scattered, diluted—burned bright… but not long. They fell not because they were weak.

“My clan, my family, my friends, I am Leana Holstin-Castien, Guardian of the Realm, Councilwoman to the Supernatural, mate of King Drake Cazien, and now Queen of the Undead. Rise and come, swear your oaths to me. Know that I will always keep my oaths to you, and you will be bound to keep yours to me.” She stands on the stage as first Demetrius and then one by one the rest of our clan come to swear their loyalty and fealty to my Queen and then drink her blood. Mehira and Jael also come forward, swearing their loyalty to my mate. I stand close to her, snarling when it looks like someone is going to take more than a sip of her blood. When it’s done, I take the empty cup and raise it to the sky.

a middle aged woman cut Larissa short. “And who are you?” I asked, curious about who she might be. “You can call me Ashera,” she answered and I glanced at Larissa expecting her to say something. But she lowered her gaze and trembled like she had met a ghost. “Ashera, I still don't know who you are. Please can you be elaborate,” I requested and she chuckled. “Of course. I am the Queen mother of the city. Mother to the dragon heir and wife of the late king,” she declared with certainty in her voice.