Queen Mate Novels & Stories

Kiana watches her, a small smile resting on her lips. There is something comforting about this. The movement. The voices. The certainty that everything is coming together. “Do you like it?” the Queen asks suddenly, turning back to her. Kiana blinks, then looks down at herself. At the fabric. At the details. At the care woven into every thread. “Yes,” she says softly. Then, with more certainty, “I love it.” The Queen’s expression softens. “Good,” she says. “It should be worthy of you.”

“Ah… no… don’t… it’s too big…” She couldn’t imagine how such an enormous phallus could possibly squeeze into her small, tight flower. At the very thought, she couldn’t help but shudder all over; her lower body grew even wetter, and a shuddering wave of pleasure slowly rose from her tailbone to every part of her body. Victor watched the petite woman, flustered yet unable to control her reactions, and chuckled to himself. A low, amused voice emerged from deep within his chest. “More than enough.”

“Go home, we will have a pack meeting once Alpha Rook is free.” The pack quietly dispersed. Soft whispers reaching their ears. Beta Tomas says Alpha has brought his mate home. So it must be true. Beta Tomas will never lie. I wonder why Alice insists she’s the Luna when it’s obvious she’s not the Alpha’s mate… Alice glared at Tomas, “Just wait until Rook hears about this and then you will see what he will do to you.” Tomas just looked at her without responding. He already knew who his Luna was and he wasn’t bothered about Alice’s threats but he was getting irritated by her presence.

Against all odds. But holding is not the same as winning. And eventually, they could not hold anymore. I turned the page. And found a portrait. Just a sketch, really. Pen and ink. Faded with age. A woman. She was not young in the portrait, but she was not old either. She was somewhere in between, in that particular place where a person stops looking like what they were and starts looking like what they are. Her hair was loose. Her expression was not afraid. Mira. Last Queen of the Witch Covens. Keeper of the High Flame. Killed in the forty-third year of the Crimson War by Aldric the Elder, great-great-grandfather of the current Alpha King.

Alpha Trent was the one to step forward this time. “Stupid question get’s stupid answer. Tread carefully Alpha.” I said. “When you win then you will automatically become the Queen. I guess I’m just curious as to what you have planned for afterwards?” He shrugged. “Let’s just get threw this fight first shall we. The king might just kill me and then you’re question is then invalid.” I said. Damn that’s the second time I’ve been asked that. You’d think I would’ve thought about it by now.

When I’m not. These women probably ran the whole supernatural world. While the men were always roaring and yelling in each other’s face about who is who. I know women are the key players in that game of chess. If the queen is protected. Everything is going well and you can make great moves. And when shit goes south, the queen protects the king. I’m guessing this is where you get your warriors and foot soldiers for protection. “The one and only,” Daciana smirks proudly. “Wait, I have heard that he was with someone. The daughter of that small pack’s alpha.” She stares at me with widened eyes. “It makes sense now. I have never seen someone as pretty as her.”

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.

Queen gave her last warning and looked at everyone for the last time got up from the gathering and went out of there. And a day came when the power of the Queen doubled. Because the Queen got not one, not two but five mates. This was the biggest and most pleasant shock of her life for Queen. Those four mates were strong male alphas from different packs. Queen's fifth mate was a girl who was Alpha's daughter. Along with Queen, other mates also did not want to leave their pack.

I saw that he enjoyed describing each piece but he skipped out one. "What about that one?" I pointed to one with a cross on it. "I won't tell you," he refused. "Last night when I did, you cried so hard and you.. You put the piece in your… close to your heart," he mumbled "Anyway!" I was dying from embarrassment where I sat. "He can only move one step-" "That's strange," I frowned. "Why is a queen stronger?" "It's just like how a mate makes an Alpha stronger," "But not having one doesn’t mean you're any less," after all, Liam did just fine with or without me by his side. Adrian gazed at me strangely and I wondered if there was something on my face.

“Like Graham.” My jaw tightened. He moved a white knight next. “Knights are trickier. They don’t move in straight lines, they leap. They’re unexpected and dangerous like me.” He smiled, I didn’t. He moved a black queen forward. “And this,” he said, “is you.” I looked at him then. “You don’t see it, do you?” he asked. “The queen is the most powerful piece on the board. She moves in any direction. It could be straight lines, or diagonals. She can sweep the board clean if she wants.”