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“You should have done your research beforehand. Perhaps you won’t fail stealing from another mafia.” He grunted. “Who are you?” She finally withdrew her gun and squatted down to his level. The confidence of this woman was beyond me. “Allow me to introduce myself. La regina. The queen of the mafia.” His chuckle was taunting yet with desperation. “There is no queen in the mafia.”

Cesar doesn't like the games that Cordell plays, and it's clear on his face. "What are you getting at?" he growls, trying to hold himself together. Cordell walks over to me and strokes the side of my face. I want to turn and bite him but I remember the presence of the knife on my neck. "She promised to marry me, and father my children. But she lied and fucked you instead, becoming Queen of the Whores." "How dare you disrespect my wife!" Cesar booms, his accent layering on thick to the threatening words. His whole body begins to shake. It has been happening more and

"I-i think you are the one overthinking it, Ash. Everyone is apparently involved and delighted with how the Queen is winning to care about such obscenity." I grunted and lugged back, huffing, "Perhaps, it's in my head, it won't still stop me from having a chat with the rogue concerning his true intentions." "...and now, as we have all seen, our dear Queen have proven herself a warlock by defeating every member of the nude and blue group. Now, who among the RED group, thinks she is worthy of facing a woman of this notoriety?" The rogue’s voice drummed dramatically through the air.

she whispered near her "He is not like that," she whispered in a trance. Farah scoffed giving out an irritating chortle, "Once your affair is revealed, then judge that. You will also get your children killed if there would be any by the time I reveal your truth so don't start dreaming just now of carrying his babies in your bellies. I won't let you sit on my place. To the place where I belong. Just me. As the Queen of the mafia," she finished, "Slut," at the end she spatted with disgust as an expletive and walked away but all that remained in her ears was,

he challenges, his voice edged with skepticism. The Evil Queen makes a disapproving noise, her gaze piercing as she locks eyes with Alaric. "Where is your faith, Alaric?" she retorts, her tone tinged with condescension. "I have no doubt that together, we could rule both kingdoms with ease." Her confidence is unwavering, a stark contrast to Alaric's doubts. As the tension between them mounts, Alaric can't shake the feeling that he's caught in a web of deceit, with the Queen and Teago pulling the strings.

She placed her fingers on his arm, then whispered, "but this time with brown hair and pale blue pupils." Was she crazy? What the hell was the Godfather thinking? Where the fuck was his father? He glared into her face, his mistake— For he saw it. He saw her. He knew her; he couldn't deny it. "...So this girl, if you find her, what's next?" "She will be scared of you, Don; anyone would be..." That girl was..."Athena?" She genuflected, exaggerating, "Yes, my lord." "Excuse me," Lily muttered quietly before hurrying up the stairs into her room.

I asked softly. Adrian didn’t answer at once. Instead, he studied me. His gaze was calm, but it felt like it could strip me bare. “I want you to understand,” he said finally. “Everything you’ve been told about this palace, about my family… about the Queen Mother… is only part of the story.” I felt my stomach tighten. “What do you mean?” “The Queen Mother isn’t just testing you,” he continued. “She’s planning something. Something that could destroy the King—or destroy you—if you don’t act first.”

Not when she turned to face us with the crown on her head as the King proclaimed her as Alpha Queen Isabella Nightlock, ruler of wolves. I could feel the power in her blood as she walked by, smell the royal bloodline flowing through her. All things she kept hidden when she visited Frost Moon six years ago. She lived up to the rumors floating around the country, a cold, emotionless beauty who was rejected by her mate and brought an endless winter to the royal pack. I used to scoff at the thought that someone would reject our Queen, the epitome of power and beauty, but it turns out that I am the idiot. I rejected her, but it is also her fault for not telling me she was the Princess back then.

After breakfast, Darina reported for her training, and the queen greeted her with a bitter smile, ready to humiliate her. "My dear, I see Royal etiquette has already overwhelmed you since you’ve started dining only at the pack house." "Not at all, Your Majesty. I simply want to understand the pack better." "Very well," the queen said through gritted teeth. "Surely you didn’t manage to read all the books I sent you." "I read them all." "Great," the queen said, clearly surprised but unconvinced. "Then I hope you don’t mind a little quiz. What was the name of the first werewolf queen?" "Gaia."

But inside her mind, a venomous plan began to take root. Even inside this heavily fortified castle… accidents happen all the time. A servant could slip down a flight of stone stairs. Someone could easily drown in the ornamental koi ponds. Or perhaps… a rare, untraceable poison might slip into a cup of tea. She was Kenna Aldrone. The queen of Norctis. That boy was nothing more than a parasite — a temporary ghost who had crawled back from the dead once already. And she would personally make sure he stayed permanently dead this time.