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The Queen told them and they shut their mouths in an instant. Leondra is the name of the Queen’s pet. It is a darkly creature that feeds on bones and decaying corpses. It is some type of vampire dog that has a line of sharp fangs for grinding bones and a dark furry skin that cannot be seen at night. “Now that Damon is back, he must also help with the party. The party should run smoothly and end by midnight.” The King announced while Damon frowned. Rosamund flashed a teasing smirk seeing Damon looks miserable at the moment. I guess this is why Rose hates Damon. The two can barely get along throughout dinner. Oh my. I just wish the event tomorrow will go as smoothly as possible.

He growled in return. Killian clenched his fist and sprinted towards Damion. “Stop it!" The Luna Queen screamed and sauntered towards them. “Stop, please!" She snapped and stepped in between them. “Please, my Lord, don't mind Damion…" Damion shot me a glare and my lips slammed shut. “I won't let them abuse her anymore, she isn't a sex toy!" Damion snapped and a smirk crept into Killian's face. "Of course, she Isn't," he muttered, a hint of mockery in his voice.

She felt Damian’s arms holding her, his voice grounding her—but it was distant, faint, against the storm. Not mine. The words came, barely more than thought. But as soon as she whispered them inside herself, the warmth she had touched before—the hidden ember—flickered to life. Not violet. Not silver. Pure white, steady, and sharp as a blade. The Queen recoiled. Mia seized the crack. Her eyes snapped open, blazing not violet, not shadowed silver, but white. The fire burst outward, a dome of searing light that hurled Damian back, forcing every hybrid to shield their eyes.

The Queen clenches her thighs to keep her hunger under control while she continues to kiss the blonde. She kisses her way down the blonde’s neck, deeping into her chest and kissing her cleavage. Mei hisses in pleasure, her head extending backwards while her eyes shuts close to enjoy the feel of the Queen’s lips on her flesh. Yuelan reaches behind her to unzip the blonde’s gown, movin down her arms and down her waist, exposing her upper body, and revealing her small pert breast. The young Queen eyes the blonde’s hardened nipples hungrily before taking one with her lips. She sucked hard at the pointed nub almost to the point of pain.

Damien had a confused head because his little lover was not the mate that he expected but some unknown woman. Damien gritted his teeth. "You get up for me!" All of the guest and slaves kneeling down and saluting to their queen was startled with this thunderous roar. As they trembled in fear and just got up. Because. What can a Queen do to a King? Especially if they still do not know what this queen is capable of doing? Damien calmed down seeing that all of those guests still listened to him. The Queen, the woman in a white dress had tears hanging onto her eyes after

“No. I’m your real history. And now, the game changes.” Interior: Damian’s Penthouse – Same Night Damian stood before the fireplace, drink in hand, shirt half unbuttoned, watching the footage from the club. Every flick of her wrist. Every moan. Every refusal. His Lydia had become… sovereign. “She passed the final test,” said the woman beside him. The same ex-queen from earlier, now dressed in black velvet. “You used her.” “You freed her,” she corrected. “And now… she doesn’t need you.”

Damian finally spoke up, “Will you let go of the grudge if I kneel In front of you, Selena?” “Did you think I asked you here so I could see your face?” “I don’t— “Kneel, Damian!” She bellowed, the smirk on her face disappearing, “I will not repeat myself again” Damian didn’t say a word again. He immediately went on his knees and my mother’s jaw dropped. The almighty Damian, kneeling in front of a woman. That was uncalled for but this was not just any person—this was Selena. The lycan queen.

he yelled, rage shaking in his voice. My expressions flickered to curiosity. What the hell did I touch? Fuck, I really hope he hasn't falsely accused me for something that would cost me my head. “Enough! Stop this!” The Queen's voice cut through the tension. Damien turned to her, breathing hard like he’d just run a battle. She stormed over to us and slapped hard on the face. “You better have a good reason for disrupting this sacred ceremony.” “He,” he pointed a finger at me. “He tried to force himself on one of the selected girls,” he said, his voice loud so everyone could hear.

Penelope’s breath caught as she took in the craftsmanship, her fingers itching to trace the delicate designs. “These will be your quarters,” Thanion said, reaching for the handles. But as he pushed the doors open, a sound cut through the air, freezing them both in place. Loud, unabashed moaning. Penelope’s face burned as her eyes darted to the source of the noise. There, sprawled naked across the bed, was a spectral woman. Her glowing form was striking, her hair a cascade of silver fire spilling over her shoulders. She lay wide-legged, her movements slow and deliberate as she pleasured herself.

The road we walked in was narrow and the screams of falling down into what I did not want to imagine covered us kike a cloak. Finally, I got to the entrance of the gates. Academy of The Damned. I followed the crowd inside, my hand wrapped around the only piece of familiarity I had. The necklace my mum's had given me was kind of a comfort, but it still did nothing, when what looked like a dragon passed me slowly, crushing the unlucky souls beneath its feet. There was a big signpost that said orientation and so I pushed through the crowd, heading there. A small gathering of people stood, and a tall girl stood there. Her hair was brown, down to her waist but when she stared at the crowd, she ha