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"I'm fine. It's just... Ms. Kingsley doesn't seem to like me. It's all my fault." Her clumsy act should have been obvious, but Malcolm actually believed her. He spun toward me, his anger blazing. "Selene! Christina was just offering you a drink, and you treat her like that? Of course. Typical lowborn Omega. Get out of here!" Lowborn Omega? If Christina's presence had shocked me, Malcolm's words shattered me. A tidal wave of grief washed over me. I had given everything to be with him. He liked gentle, submissive she-wolves, so I defied my mother and gave up my place as the heiress to the Lunaris Pack, pretending to be an Omega just to stay by his side.

the former Kind asked. "I do," Colton answered. "Do you Darcy Elis Campbell, take the position as the Queen of all Lunas? Do you swear to protect them and serve to the best of your ability? Do you swear to give them advice and bring them justice whenever needed with your Kind by your side?" the former King asked as he turned to look at me with a smile. "I do," I answered. He took out a silver-gold knife as he sliced his and Colton's palms while the Queen did the same with me. We felt the surge of power change as we formed the link with everyone as their King and Queen.

“Before I tell you, you must know that whatever the outcome, one thing is for certain. I will go down in flames or die trying to save us. We need to take every risk necessary to reach our endgame.” “And what exactly is our end game here, Leo?” Since the moment I first saw her, I have concealed a dark secret behind the facade of trying to be her hero. The heart of the now-defiant Queen may belong to someone else... But the truth is, Zeynep Volkov belongs to me and I will reduce cities to soot and ash to claim what is rightfully mine. No matter what it takes. I'll make her mine. If I have to wait... Kill for her... Slay her dragons... I will.

I said. “That’s so sad to hear,” said Queen Chrysalis, patting head. “I’m surprised that you feel sympathetic towards me but I blame myself for the quarrel” I said. “Don’t say that Arnold, you didn’t start the quarrel in the first place, maybe your mob talker daughters just got overreacted” King Thorax explained. “Maybe ahh~~~ my King & Queen are still loading your eggs in me~~~” I moaned “we are bud” said Queen Chrysalis with a smile. I continue to feel their eggs pushing them in my anus “fuck~~~ its so addictive~~” I moaned loudly “I know Arnold but you must focus on your goal” said Queen Chyrsalis “right my Queen” I said. I got up, Queen Chrysalis & KIng Thorax got up as well due to their

She'll easily find ways to get them just like what her father did to the throne "O-oh absolutely yes, your highness, we have some of those but let me show you a specialized and customized bracelet we created. Only one was created through it," the owner said being assisted by his assistant in the shop Afterward, a box came and was shown in front of Monique placed on the transparent table. Monique opened it without hesitation - only to see a phoenix design made out of blue-colored opal. With the sight of it, she immediately grinned thinking that it was the perfect gift to give Damon. It was the perfect color to match his eyes

Another page was just blank pages. “You guys wait here,” Queenie ordered. She was about to head for the door when she saw Leya sitting at the table. The little butterfly looked sad. She rubbed Waliaver, Steni, and Lana in turn. “Argo, can you do something to recover all these butterflies?” “Take it easy, Princess. I will recover them with my potion.” Queenie nodded and continued her step out the door. She walked quickly to her own room. If Argo meant it was her red box, Queenie must find a way to make the magic distilled out of it.

" That is also true. I'm actually so scared. I'm very sad I won't see what my beautiful son grows into. I just hope he lives a wonderful and happy life . I also hope he doesn't grow to get revenge." " There is something I didn't tell you my love. " " What's that honey ". "There are various beings in this world. There are vampires , werevolves, hybrids living with us". " You are very funny my love" Crystal said bursting with laughter," I understand you're trying to make me smile baby ,thank you very much . But don't you vampires and werevolves is a little far?". "I really mean it my love, they really do exist. The reason why Richard is so powerful isn't only because he's in the mafia , but al

I can feel tears build in my eyes and ready to fall. "I am cursed, I am unwanted, I am a failure. Then why are you still waiting for me to accept you?" I yell while tears fall out of my eyes. "You are not any of these. Do you hear me?" He says cupping my face in his hands. "Then what am I?" I ask in a broken tone. "You are the Luna Queen and it's high time to show the world what your capable of doing." He replies determinedly looking at me with eyes full of love and.....pride?

Dad says. I sigh but nod regardless. If my throat is as dry as it feels I wonder what dad must be going through. “You know technically we’re not doing anything so after you answer this one I won’t ask anymore questions.” I say knowing he won’t refuse because he owes it to me. He sighs but starts talking regardless. “Marcel was only 3 when his father and mother told a priestess witch to examine him and tell them who he would be in the future and who his potential mate could be. The priestess told them that Marcel would be mated with a beautiful young woman with brown hair but the hair will have white strands in it. Immediately Derulo Scott— marcel's father who at the time was the alpha king p

She asked, impatient as she waited for him to elaborate. "Bruce a-and Layla Kingston. They're the leaders of t-the Panthers, The American m-mafia." She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Unfortunately, I don't have a clue of who they are." The woman grabbed another knife from the table and slashed multiple cuts on his chest, red blood oozing down his torso freely. Bella went around him and carved a heart on his bare back. It was her symbol; a signature, you could say. Each of her victims, alive or not, bared the symbol on their skin.