Leona Kingscholar X Reader Novels & Stories

Goddess knows I'm holding back right now from roaring and attacking her. I have the urge to tear her pretty face with my claws but I will just have that patience. Just a little bit of it. “Me?” She points at herself, giving me a mocking smirk. “I’m Alpha Arthur’s first woman. The one who has his child, the heir to the throne. My name is Leona,” she introduces and my body stiffens in fear. Another woman? There is another woman, and this one has a child for him? What the heck is wrong with the cocks of these Alphas? Now, I have to deal with this, and I bet she is more annoying than what she’s displaying right in front of me.

But Leela didn't shrink away from the brutal, breathless intensity of her King. Even exhausted and bruised, the Luna rose to meet the beast. She parted her lips with a soft moan, fully surrendering to the crushing weight of his mouth. Her wet arms wrapped tightly around his thick neck, pulling herself impossibly closer. She kissed him back with a fierce, elemental fire, her tongue tangling with his, actively fighting against his terror to prove that her heart wasn't going anywhere.

Leona stood there watching as Ophelia tore the check and the pieces fell to the ground. "I must say, Leona, you have guts!" Leona raised her eyes to Ophelia as she began to speak. Her face was shadowed and gloomy, and her eyes were darkened with unyielding rage. When Ophelia took a step towards her, Leona felt a shiver run down her spine. Leona took a step back with each step Ophelia took until her back was against the opposite wall of the corridor. Ophelia stood tall, her shoulders flaring, making her appear even larger. Ophelia's body towered over Leona, and she yelped as Ophelia's hand slammed against the wall just beside her head.

Daughter of Luna Queen Leila Dorne who’s currently ruling the kingdom while her husband, the Alpha King is simply placed as a king for show. He exercises no real powers and Leila handles it all. I read through the page until my eyes fall on an interesting detail. Mallory met Bronze at the full moon night, on Venus’s birthday celebration. My eyes narrow. That does not seem like a coincidence.

"These wolves, the king and his queen, are marked by a distinct trait. A trait that once seen, there can be no doubt as to who they are. The male wolf would have a gold coated fur while the female's coat would be silver." Oh shit. "Once they complete the mating ritual, the barrier on their powers will vanish and they will come to their full strength. My take, this mate that she is talking about, is just her substitute mate. You are her true mate." "No. Wait… what are you talking about? What wolf king and queen, I am not a wolf king or anything like that. Where did you even hear this?" I ask her as I get up to pace around the room. "Your father told me. On the day you first shifted and we saw

If he were to do that now, I wouldn’t mind becoming a martyr—I would still forgive him. My hopes were dashed as I realized Joffrey's true intentions. He callously threw the bags of gold coins at my face and said, “Take your dowry with you and be gone. I’m calling our engagement off because—I, Baron and Alpha Joffrey Hanes of Flarewing Pack, reject you, Leona Klaus of House Victorian.”

Unlike any other wolfs she’ll have moonstone eyes, symbolizing the connection she has with our creator and the moon itself. Leo was quite after and quickly snapped the book shut with a flick of his wrist, obviously finished with the extract he was reading from. Well what else does it say? I asked as I looked at the book and then at Leo again, expecting there to be more about my Keisha and what she is. The more I knew about her the more I could protect her.

I searched for the stinging, white powder of the Alpine slopes. ​I saw it then. Flashes of a completely different life shattered the Vane illusions. A cramped bathroom floor. The faint, sweet smell of vanilla and cheap, industrial soap. A woman’s face—not porcelain and perfect like Sienna’s, but real, scarred, and beautiful. Her eyes were full of a fierce, protective fire that didn't want to possess me like an object; it wanted to burn with me against the world. ​"I'm Leona," the voice whispered in the dark of my skull, cutting through the fog like a lighthouse beam. "And you're Malakai. Not the Asset. Not the King. Just mine."

"I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow, Scarlett." His shadow left the room as silently as the still night, his existence remaining unnoticed. It would have been so if it weren't for the fact that Leaxandra remains conscious all this time. With the unknown shadow already out of the place, the Luna's eyes snapped open while her heart couldn't have pounded more vigorously as though surviving from death itself. ******

I say sternly, “Also, I believe the King needs you back at his kingdom.” Leila twists her lips, disappointment clears in her eyes. “Maybe some other day then. See you later, Alpha Elijah.” She struts away and the men ogle at her back. Nudity is common amongst werewolves, but I guess Leila’s position as the princess of another kingdom makes men horny for her.