Lady To Queen Spoilers Novels & Stories

I turn to the new voice in the room and there's a lady dressed in a white flowing gown, her strawberry blonde hair tied messily, she didn't look too old and she was pretty, the ginger haired lady bows and leaves immediately. The room remains silent and I just watch her, and right before my eyes, a chair moves on it's own accord and stops behind her and she takes a seat. Just how little did I know about these people?. “So you're the… ” she pauses and looks me over with a look I can't quite describe. “Omega” I scoff and take out the wires connected to my hand and throw my leg out of the bed, my feet touching the cold floor.

she replied coolly. “But that’s not why I summoned you.” She tapped a tablet, projecting a report. “My lady maid noticed something… unusual about her, so she is definitely worthy of attention.” I glanced at the screen, a scene showed her being carried on the night of the soirée; she looked bruised, lynched. A surge of unexplained anger shot through me. My chest tightened. “She nearly died,” I said quietly. “And yet she didn’t,” the Queen replied. “Which is interesting.”

She says with a small giggle. "You will stop second guessing your abilities to lead and you will rule right beside your mate. That is an order." She jokes with a hint of seriousness. I nod and smile up at her. She holds her hand out and a golden staff apears. I immediately bow down and she dubs me Queen of werewolves by tapping the staff on both of my shoulders. "I now dub thee Mackenzie Roseline Lathen as Queen of werewolves and Luna of the royal pack. Do you accept?" She asks and I look up at her.

They raised their head to see Lily behind the railing at the top of the stairs, blue eyes exuding fear and her fingers working into little fidgety movements. Priest felt his instincts flare up. He had a sinking feeling that this was headed toward a disastrous end. The room was heavy with unspoken tension, and everyone present was wrestling with thoughts swirling inside their heads. Especially Kyra, whose smile had left her face when the made-up news of Lily's pregnancy was announced. For they all knew, since they were little, Kyra had the biggest love for Adler, but not only had he not reciprocated, he wouldn't even give her the one-night stands he had with the other girls he had taken lust

To him it shows that his Queen has a caring side, but it seems that the woman above him seems to think there is more to his Queen’s action. “Tell me why you think it is weird,” he indulges her, even though he suspects that the older woman is just acting out of jealousy. Lady Su relaxes back against the King, using her fingers she gently moves it around the King’s chest, playing with his hair in a way that pleases him before she started talking. “There is a rumour out there,” she says softly, hoping that the King would take the bait. “Rumor?” The King bites. “Yes. About the Queen.”

They were a perfect match made in heaven, one light, and the other dark. Inside the palace, Queen Mother Meghan was checking the preparations for the wedding. At that moment, her maid, Lady Lora, came running to her excitedly. Queen Mother Meghan looked at her maid and said, "Why are you running, Lora? You are not at the age to run here and there like a teenager. And what is it that has you so excited?" Lady Lora bowed her head in front of Queen Mother and replied, "I am sorry, your highness, but I heard a rumor about the new Queen."

Thirty minutes later, the maids returned from the inner chamber. They bowed to George, reporting solemnly, "Your Majesty, the queen's virtue has been compromised…" George's face darkened with fury. Lily, standing outside the room, was so shocked that she forgot to breathe. How could this be?

I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.

Every muscle burned, her Mark still thrumming with heat, but she refused to let herself fall again. The queen her mother, or the thing wearing her mother’s face watched in silence. Not moving. Not attacking. Just waiting. Lyla swallowed hard, her breath ragged. "What the hell was that?" The queen studied her, then stepped down from the throne, her movements slow, deliberate. "That, child, was the truth." Lyla’s claws curled at her sides. "No," she snarled. "That was a trap." The queen’s lips quirked.