Novel & Cerita Queen Of Tear

The lady exclaimed in pain, "How could you do this to her?!" "Because Long Sheng Jie has its rules." He drew in his brows to stop his emotions from taking over. "This is the price for falling in love with a fallen angel, the price for betraying the entire of your species." He flapped his robe and pointed to the dead man in her embrace. "You've shed too many tears... for a creature like him." Letting out a smirk of pain, she blinked away the tears welling up in her swollen eyes. "So, in the end... it's my tears' curse?"

she said harshly her face devoid of any emotions. "I don't need you anymore witch, I am King Ethan the alpha of this pack and I can take care of my people without your stupid powers, I already have Eleanor, she is the key to destroying King Derek. Your service isn't needed anymore" I said My voice trembled with the weight of my anger, each word dripping with venom.

"We both know you wouldn't have done that. You and I both know you two planned to ruin my relationship." Sophia's expression hardens, a flash of anger in her eyes. "And you and I both know you don't deserve him. You're not fit to be queen." I close the cabinet with a decisive thud and turn to face her. "Then why is he still with me? Not because I'm fit to be queen, but because he loves me." For a moment, Sophia is silent, her confidence wavering. "Exactly," I continue, "now try apologizing, and this time, mean it."

He whirled around and walked out of the room and Hegi, his eyes holding a hint of pity for her, dragged Mare with him. She couldn’t cry. Not that she was trying to protect her pride because if anything her pride was in shambles. But every time she tried to swallow the movement of her throat caused the blunt ridges to press even more heavily on her neck. Gone was the smug defiant look she had as she made her way to the throne room mere moments ago, now all she had were eyes full of tears and a broken ego. The chains clinked in Hegi’s hand as he pulled. Servants going about their chores paused in the halls to bow at the king’s approach and when she passed the looks she got were of amusement an

she whimpered as she exploded, digging her nails into his arm. He grunted, his body stiffening over hers, his fingers flexing against her neck, but not tightening enough to actually cause damage, proving to her that he knew exactly what he was doing all along. He cared too much about his precious queen to ever cause harm. Tears flooded her eyes as that thought filtered through her head while she floated down and the hot gush of semen bathed her cervix. She blinked the tears back so he wouldn't see them and think he'd hurt her. He must never think that.

The pain was a part of me now, as familiar as breathing. “Are you alright?” he asked, his voice filled with concern as he knelt beside me. I nodded weakly, though I wasn’t alright. My entire body felt like it was on fire, and the fever had taken hold of me again, making everything blur at the edges. “I… I don’t understand,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. “Why are you doing this? Why are you calling me queen?” Tariq’s blue eyes met mine. “Because you are a queen, Leah. You don’t remember yet, but you’re meant for something greater than this. Kayden and Selena, they have tried to break you, but you’re stronger than they know.”

“Tomorrow, the queen will meet with the women of the kingdom. A gathering to discuss the prosperity of our Packs. It’ll be your first meeting with them. You must organize them well.” I tried to nod, tried to respond, but Theo’s fingers slipped out and gently, he slapped my pussy. Heat flooded my core, and my legs trembled slightly beneath the table. I dug my nails into the wood, desperate to ground myself, to embody the queen I was supposed to be. But he knew exactly what he was doing with each stroke, each flick of his finger, trying to deliberately put up an act of war against my sanity. I glanced at him again, needing to see if he was affected at all.

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…”

A man on the boat reached out his hand to help me up. His face was hidden in shadow, but I could see a scar running down his cheek. I watched the flames and bid farewell to my former self. From this moment on, there was no more Serena Ferrari. From now on, I would become my own queen.

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.