Novel & Cerita Queen Of Stars

Betrayed by her mate and framed for treason, Athena, a, wolfless Omega, and daughter of traitors—has no choice but to run for her life. Hunted by pack warriors, she flees into the dark woods, her heart broken and her future uncertain. But fate always has a cruel twist in store. One minutes, she's in the woods running for her life, the very next minute, she's in the room of the most feared Alpha, who.is none other than the father of her cruel mate. The domineering Alpha king backs her up against the wall, her bones quivering from the hunger-filled glint in his gaze as he hand glides over her most sensitive skin in a soft caress. "I'll never let you escape from me again, mat

The day I was released from prison, a woman claiming to be my ex-wife came to take me home. Instinctively, I pulled away when she reached for my hand. "I don't know you." She frowned, assuming I was still upset. "Five years ago, we agreed that once you got out, we'd remarry. Mom's getting older, and she misses you." Hearing that, I opened the diary I always carried with me. Written inside was an instruction: 'If someone claims to be your ex-wife, go home with her.' So, I did. After I returned home, I became the perfect husband and the perfect son in their eyes. When my ex-wife seemed to be fooling around with my younger half-brother, I pretended not to notice. When my mother openly admi

Music drifts into the corridor. I stop for a moment. Just for a second. Then I step inside. And everything changes. The room is filled. Nobles. Guests. Power. Every gaze turns. Some curious. Some calculating. Some cold. My eyes move across the room. Searching. And then I see them. Viola. Graceful. Calm. The Queen Mother beside her. Strong. Unshaken. And then Him. Idra. Standing near the center. His gaze lifts.

He nodded, the answer lodged too deep in his chest for words. “Good,” she whispered. Then she turned, and the Queen of Supernatural walked forward—not into a throne, not into a cage, but into the ever-shifting, ever-demanding work of keeping the balance alive. Light folded around her and then she was gone, leaving only the faint scent of rain and a warmth in the air that lingered long after. Damian returned to the window. Below, life went on—messy, loud, imperfect, beautiful. Above, the constellations shifted one last time, settling into a new pattern: a circle of seven small stars around one slightly brighter point, all linked by a faint golden halo.

My head spun trying to track our route. Finally, we entered the throne room. It was vast and terrible. The ceiling showed the cosmos, actual stars wheeling overhead. The floor was polished black glass that reflected everything except us, as if we didn't truly exist here. And on the throne made of living starlight sat Queen Maeve. She was beautiful the way a blade is beautiful, perfect and deadly and cold. Her skin shimmered with iridescent light. Her eyes were completely silver, no pupils, just swirling mercury. Power radiated from her in waves that made my bones ache.

The air smells of dried herbs and forgotten spells. In the center of the room stands a pedestal, and on it, a velvet-wrapped bundle. I step forward and gently peel the fabric away. A mirror—smooth, black obsidian, framed in tarnished silver. But it doesn’t reflect me. Instead, it shows stars. Clouds. A dark silhouette of a crowned woman standing beside a wolf made of starlight. Sonia gasps. “That’s Queen Sarah.” I don’t answer. I already know it is. I run my fingers along the base of the pedestal. Etched words shimmer faintly in the moonlight:

Their faces were pressed against the cold floor as their bodies shook violently. Several female werewolves who used to know me were trembling so hard their teeth chattered. “S-Selena… the Alliance’s strongest Alpha King, Lord Lucas, is your mate?” “The steward elder even performed a kneeling salute! And Leo called her his mom! She must be that mysterious Luna Queen everyone talks about, the one Lord Lucas treasures above all!” Gasps spread through the room again. I found the noise irritating, so I simply gave a faint smile.

A figure slowly emerged within the glow. Lyra's breath caught. The guardians immediately lowered their heads. Kael froze. Completely froze. The woman standing within the light was beautiful. Silver hair. Silver eyes. A flowing white gown woven from living starlight. She looked exactly as she had appeared in the visions. The First Queen. Or at least an echo of her. The sanctuary fell silent. The silver figure smiled sadly. Her gaze settled on Kael first. Ancient love filled her eyes. Not romantic longing. Not regret.

Mare tried not to squirm. Vallezarii’s voice broke through the tension. “Announce her.” The announcer cleared his throat. “The king’s slave.” As she started to walk slowly toward the king, the musicians played a slow hesitant tune. Hegi’s hand on hers kept her from bolting. She was so exposed in her flimsy attire that even her dark nipples shone through the transparent material, and the dark triangle of hair at the junction of her thighs was made more apparent by the glare of the flames in the sconces.

His claws leaving a deep scratch across his shoulder blade. I looked at him sadly. My eyes welling with tears as I replied. “You are not my Alpha, Drake. I am a Luna Queen.” My message was simple. I out ranked him. His will had no effect on me. I chose to respect him as an Alpha, but I did not need to fulfil his command.