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The shadows of the room shifted with the flickering light, whispering promises of chaos yet to come. She didn’t know it yet, but tonight would end differently than any night before.

Just the quiet understanding that some things didn’t need to be spoken. I sat back in the chair, hands still, and let the silence do the talking for once. The empire was mine. The cost was mine. And somewhere in the space between them, a new thread had begun to spin—thin, dangerous, and already tangled up with the man who’d once burned the world for me and never got the chance. The new queen had taken the throne. And the city was still breathing. THE END. Original story.

A surge of heat welled up from deep within her, gushing out and flowing past her soft, plump labia, leaving them glistening and dewy. The thick cock, constantly rubbing against her slit, was also coated in her secretions, which even trickled down its shaft. Victor watched the young woman’s reaction and knew she was already ready, so he thrust deep inside her. His massive, thick cock tore through layer after layer of tender flesh, reaching straight to the very core of her. Layer upon layer of tender flesh enveloped the massive cock, as if countless tiny mouths were sucking and licking it. The sensation was so intense that Victor couldn’t control himself; he immediately began thrusting vigorou

Nash informed. “What is happening?” the voice asked. “I did what you asked, now touch me and let me touch you,” the man growled. “I will be anything for you, Luna…” “Sure, I will touch you, after all, a promise is a promise, but I didn’t promise where I will touch you,” I spoke as I walked up to him, “And I am not Luna…” I growled as I extended my claws and pressed them right where he was pushing a blade on my mate’s throat. “I am a Queen… I am the Alpha Queen…”

The queen gave a nod as her eyes seemed to study me. “What is it, child?” The queen cocked her head and frowned. “Did you call your mamma just to bitch about how old I am?” I chuckled and shook my head. “Definitely not, actually I called for an important reason,” “Sure, what is it?” “I need some books. We don’t have them here in the Rogue Kingdom,” I watched the Queen’s face go deep in contemplation. “What kind of books, Lydia?” I bit my lip and swallowed. “Magic books. Specifically magic books on memories,”

Ryan’s gaze flickers with uncertainty, but he finally reveals, “There are rumors that Lusaka has taken a new queen." The rogue King has taken a new queen? Now, that catches my attention, my interest piqued. “A rogue queen?” I repeat, skepticism lacing my tone. “Yes. It’s been spreading through the underground networks for weeks now,” he tilts his neck and then explains further. "No one knows much about her, but from what I’ve heard… she’s a mere omega."

The room was quiet. Too quiet. The kind that made one's mind chase its own tail. I had been reading for hours, eyes dragging over the same page thrice before it stuck. Isla had lent me the book earlier that evening, some romantic fiction she swore would "help me sleep." But sleep was the last thing I wanted. I wanted to stay awake. If my hunch was right, the Queen would come tonight. She always came after an uproar—whenever I stirred the nest too much. She had her ways of appearing uninvited, wrapped in light and secrets.

The Queen of Ash, now fully awakened. And she would not fall easily.

The girl in the white dress was dead, and I was the one who had killed her. I am the Queen of a city built on the ashes of my own soul. I have the power to move the world, and the heart of the man who obsessed over me for fifteen years. But as I look into the mirror, I don't see the Saint anymore. I see the Architect. If a queen must destroy her own innocence to survive... What kind of kingdom is she truly ruling? (Watch out for the next Chapter) 💬 Add to library | Vote | leave your reviews |