Kicked Out, She Came Back To Rule Novels & Stories

She kept him there for a long while, scratching and biting. He kicked back harder but she was stronger. He was only a Beta. Strong but not as strong as she was. When she was sure he was weak enough, she rose from him and growled at the whole pack. A long growl, enough to pass her message. She was ruler till she said otherwise. They got the message and the whole pack shuddered. She left the pack immediately and went running. She met him in the woods. Again. He was beginning to annoy her. It was beginning to look like he was following her everywhere she went.

Eric Jett kept staring at Elsa on the screen as it was apparent that she was going to return as a second Ruler even if she failed. Across the various viewing centers in Lockwood, the viewers who were in support of Elsa began jubilating loudly because Elsa had become a second Ruler.

She grabbed my finger with her tiny hand and began tugging me toward the door, her energy lighting up the entire room. As she led me out, I caught a glimpse of the king’s wounded expression. He thought he could emerge two decades later and claim what he abandoned? My girls were not something you could claim back if you did not respected them in the first place. They have people who loved them enough to choose them again and again.

“I need you to take this filth out of my sight this minute. Henceforth, she's been exiled from the Shadowmoon pack, and as far as I'm concerned, she's now a rogue, and nothing about her concerns me anymore.” She wailed even harder, tightening her grip on my legs. “No. No, no, no. Please, my king, you can't do this to me…” Before she could finish, I kicked my legs aggressively, forcing myself out of her grip. “You have lost all rights to call me your king. Henceforth, I do not know you anymore!” I screeched, my voice laced with authority… with finality. Then I turned to the rest of the women. “As for you, for accepting to join in her stupid games, you all will rot in the dungeon… tortured, un

And she'd been playing it without understanding the rules while her opponents kept score of every mistake. The vision ended with the same cold satisfaction she'd seen before, the same sense of romantic rejection turned to possessive fury, the same understanding that queens who developed beyond their advisors' ability to control them faced consequences that had nothing to do with political opposition and everything to do with personal vengeance. When the images faded, Xalara sat in darkness with understanding that felt like inherited terror. The pattern was clear enough—royal authority that developed independently of advisor control triggered responses that eliminated the problem through perm

It was a signal heard by every soul in the pack, a clarion call that the true princess had returned. As my majestic white hair cascaded around me, a symbol of both royalty and strength, the warriors who dared to challenge me hesitated, recognizing the futility of opposing one destined to rule. Rocco, the traitor who had dared to usurp my father's throne, emerged from the imposing pack house, his facade of authority crumbling in the face of my presence. "Ah, the princess returns," he sneered, attempting to mask his unease with bravado. I met his gaze with steely resolve, refusing to be cowed by his taunts. "I have come to claim what is rightfully mine," I declared, my voice ringing with deter

He looked at his mother as she also couldn't contain her shock. “Son, did I just hear right? Hireath is the queen we traveled all the way from our kingdom to pay homage to?” “How on earth did she become the queen and ruler of this mighty pack? For someone we all treated worse than a slave. Someone we wanted dead. Someone we ridiculed, mocked, disgraced, flogged, scorned, banished and exiled like plague. How then did she manage to come out alive and make her way up to the top?”

I calmly pulled up the System panel and clicked Terminate Partnership. In my previous life, in this exact moment, they had stripped me of everything I'd built and kicked me out. This time, we ended it differently. I smiled, cold, and pressed Confirm. "Right. Keep your own blood, sweat, and tears."

“Let's say someone wants to secure her territory. I want you to leave so that I could be with Clinton. He was mine before you came into the picture and he will forever be.” I wasn't able to come back with a retort when suddenly we weren't in that room again. It was only the two of us, surrounded by bushes. She let me go and I landed on the ground with a yelp. “I brought you to your Kingdom. Make peace with your father and never return to the wolf land again!” With that, she kicked me hard before vanishing before my eyes.

She could not wait to mark her place as the true queen in the kingdom. It had been two weeks since Maya was back to life once more. The kingdom had become chaotic with the people unable to believe that one of them could actually bring back someone back to life. While others were thrilled by this, the council especially weren't happy about the fact that someone was more powerful than them. They had been able to rally up some of the clan leaders to protest about Tilda's presence in the kingdom. Maybe she had been using dark powers which could eventually turn against the kingdom, they could not allow it.