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“I never want you to go with us. Killian and I could handle it on our own—” “But unfortunately,” Killian cut Domnic’s words as he looked down at the picture on the phone I was holding. He continued as he looked at Dominic and me, “We can’t do that because apparently, Samantha is the only Promordial Queen here and we need her to get inside the f*cking Moon Wolf Spring.” Dominic rolled his eyes and then let out an exasperated sigh, looking tired of Killian’s sarcasm.

Amelia muttered. "So, when we get to choose our prom king, we will give him the honor to as well, choose his prom queen by himself. This is without any vote. As the king, he should know what is best for him." She added again and this time around. "And… I am fully aware that they will make Logan the prom king but the question is, who will be his queen?" She chuckled softly. "I guess Jessica Winterfalls won't be the prom queen this time around because if Logan Bohen becomes the king, he is definitely going to choose you as his prom queen." She poked as she chuckled again.

She was well aware that she would have to defend her position in the industry. “I am sorry Clarissa. This has to stop,” Ysabella told herself. She put away her phone, stood up, and took a deep breath. “There can only be one queen and that’s me!” Ysabella vowed to stake her claim. Meanwhile, it has been hectic for Clarissa the past few months. She had numerous events and engagements where she became the “star,” – always getting the attention of the press and the people involved in these endeavors. Bamby, her discoverer and mentor, had nothing but praises for her protégé. He'd been offering her advice from time to time, but he'd noticed how driven Clarissa had been since she began her modeling

Molly “I saw you two in the town square earlier,” Hannah said innocently as she slid a hot chocolate into her best friend’s hands. “We all saw you in the town square.” “You know how it is, Hannah. You win some, you lose some...” Molly sighed, surprised that her friend knew about the snowball fight loss. “It’s a hard thing being the queen.” “No, I’m not talking about your crushing defeat at the hands of King Liam,” Hannah replied, giving Molly's shoulder a gentle push. “I’m talking about you and Nicholas.”

Then she stopped herself. Molly knew her mother was right. They had to get control of themselves. She'd always wanted her Dad. She hadn't been able to form that thought clearly before, but after the sex it had all fallen into place. It couldn't continue, though. What, she would bring her Daddy to prom? The two of them slow dancing in the middle of the gymnasium, white and yellow lights dancing over them while he held her tight in his arms. And then, back home, he would throw her onto her girlhood bed, spread her legs and... Yes! No. If there was one thing Molly resolved, she wasn't going to let her Mom beat her. Not again. She would prove her strength. Her fortitude. The rest of them could f

“That’s fucking sad. He’s your fated mate, for Goddess’ sake.” “Yeah, well, fate has a sick sense of humor.” “If I were your mate,” she said softly, her green eyes holding mine as her thumb stroked across my knuckles, “I would never make you feel so alone.” Something warm unfurled in my chest at her words. Molly leaned forward slightly, her warm breath fanning across my face. Suddenly, Molly’s name was called over the speakers. “Looks like I’m up!” She grinned, then tugged at my hand. “Come sing with me.”

YOU SEEM THE MOST SENSIBLE OUT OF ALL OF THESE JOKERS. I_pooped WOW, IS JOKER THE NEW TERM FOR PEASANT? Will_the_devil CHLOE, ARE YOU LISTENING? YOU DON'T BELONG HERE. DON'T COME HERE. Cereal_killer ARE YOU SERIOUS, DUDE?! Will_the_devil I AM JUST STATING THE HARSH TRUTH. YOU WILL UNDERSTAND WHEN YOU FACE THE QUEEN. I_pooped I HAVE JUST ONE THING TO SAY TO YOU. AS A MATTER OF FACT, IT'S REALLY SAD THAT YOU HAVE TO CALL YOUR OWN MOTHER 'THE QUEEN'

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.

But I couldn’t just let this stand. *You’re not everyone. We’re not just anyone. Like you said, everyone has always pushed you around. Trixie you … YOU are going to be a Queen very soon. Show them a Queen,* Mila said, encouraging me. “Sounds good,” I said to the Queen, but not elaborating further. I gave her my best smile. She looked … confused. Good.

Gasps rippled across the room. She turned slowly. “I offer my voice to the packs. Not as a figurehead. Not as a mate. But as a leader. One who knows what it means to suffer. One who will not let the next generation of omegas grow up believing they must hide, bow, or break.” She looked directly at the Alpha Council. “Let the old rules tremble. Because I am not your tradition.” Lucien rose, his voice calm and final. “I support her claim. As my consort. As my future queen.”