Maven Red Queen Novels & Stories

Waryn says with a chuckle. “Don’t fucking talk to me like that, I’m still an Alpha. I outrank you and can kick your ass.” “I have my doubts about that.” Quai adds. “Waryn is the General of my brother’s Army. He is the best warrior in the kingdom, and holds a higher position than you. By like, a lot.” I say with a teasing voice just to get under his skin but also with extreme pride for my mate. “you bitch.” Syn seethes. I can practically see smoke coming out of his ears. “You are my mate. I was your first and destined mate and I still could be. The law is on my side.”

This was hers. Across the clearing stood her rival—Queen Maera of the Crimson Claws. Once a powerful ally, Maera had broken their ancient truce and claimed Selene’s child would bring imbalance to the werewolf order. Maera, with her hair braided in crimson silk and eyes gleaming with challenge, looked every bit the warrior queen. "Selene Moonborn," Maera called out, her voice resonating through the clearing. "You carry a child conceived through unnatural bonds. You’ve made pacts with ancient forces and turned your back on the Old Ways. You are unfit to rule."

mí padre said. “We have an alliance in place,” I said. “Respectfully, her current last name isn’t as important to me as her future last name.” I took a step forward. “Sir, you know Jasmine’s worth. It’s why you keep her so very well protected.” I brought my right fist to my chest. “I will do the same. With me, she will be my queen.”

He rested his hand on Victor's shoulder, earning him a glare but he remained unmoving, "as for your werewolf problem. Packs tend to follow the rules set by the treaty. Any treaty for that matter. The wolves you're having a problem with are wolves that have learned to break the rules." "Rouges." Sylvain breathed. "Exactly," Quade grinned manically, green eyes gleaming with mischief, "Huxley used to be the rouge alpha so you can understand why you were experiencing a problem with them. But there's a new Alpha in town. Isn't there," Quade slapped a tattooed hand on Victor's broad, firm chest twice, "time to clean up another one of Huxley's messes, mate. Have fun." A deep growl sounded and Victo