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“This marks the sixth death in two months. The Council has yet to identify the group calling themselves the ‘Rogue Cell,’ led by the mysterious ‘Monster Queen.’ Fear is gripping the Alpha Elite as the killer continues to bypass the most advanced security systems in Nocturna…” I scoffed and muted the screen. "The Monster Queen. What a ridiculous name." "She’s efficient, Kaelen," Silas reminded me. "No DNA. No footprints. Just bodies." The elevator opened to the penthouse of Lord Aaron, a man who had spent his life hoarding riches and looking down on the weak. Now, he was slumped over his desk, his eyes wide with a terror that had frozen on his face. The room was covered in blood. Whoever did

I watched how Madison went to curl up in the armchair in the corner of her room and closed her eyes. This was taking a lot out of her. The scent of her sadness was overwhelming, it mixed with the light tantalizing scent that seemed to be her natural one. No one else seemed to notice. They probably thought it was the general smell of everyone there, but I could tell it was hers. After another twenty minutes or so, the brunette demon came in. I would learn their names soon, but for now, physical identifiers would have to do. She stared at Rafe out of the corner of her eye while she addressed her queen.

"Her fingers! Where are her goddamn fingers?!" "Edward!" Donald screamed like a madman. Seeing me about to collapse, he sighed heavily: "Let's go home... we need to go home..." But once we got back, Donald regretted everything. A package arrived from the kidnappers. Inside, arranged in neat rows, were ten bloody fingers. *** "AHH!" Bianca was slammed against the wall, my hands closing around her throat. Donald froze in shock, then rushed forward to pull me back. "Are you out of your fucking mind? She's a Ferrari!"

Helena swatted at me to move off the bed, but I just glared at her like her death would be any moment. "Whoa! Calm down, Damien. Your eyes are flashing gold." Elena took my cheeks in her hands bringing Davina forward, but I didn't relax. My chest rumbled louder then my body began fading in and out. "Your Queen commands you to chill the fuck out. Now!" She ordered me. My eyes instantly snapped back to hazel. "Fuck El. That was hot! I wish I was bedding our Queen." I gave her a quick pecked on the cheek that she wiped off.

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.

I only needed his mark. My steps echoed against the floor as I moved toward the far end of the room, where a locked chest rested. I knelt, retrieved the hidden key from beneath a loose tile, and opened it. Inside lay a single silver blade and a vial of venom from the deadlands; undetectable, swift, and excruciating. “One night left, Clarissa,” I whispered, holding the blade to the candlelight. “Either Drey gives me everything, or you breathe your last.”

He placed the coin-shaped flash drive onto the desk and clicked it into place. The screen lit up. A folder appeared. Damien’s brows rose as he opened it. Then—his laughter filled the room. Selene froze. It wasn’t normal laughter. It was dark, sharp, almost unhinged. “What is it?” she whispered. Damien turned the laptop toward her. Video thumbnails filled the screen. He clicked one. A recording began to play, the sound of moans bursting through the speakers. Selene gasped. One after another, faces flashed on the screen—girls from the club,,the ones he had fucked.

We could all smell her sexual arousal. The Queen's eyes were fixed on us, her face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and sexual desires. Her whispers turned to soft moans, her body swaying unconsciously to the rhythm. The scent of her desire wafted through the air. I could feel the heat emanating from her, trying to draw me in, she was a siren like me, but I was stronger. My men closed in around me, their movements becoming more fluid, more seductive. The Queen's eyes locked onto mine, her gaze burning with a primal longing. I knew in that moment, that she was ours, completely entranced by the raw power of our Mayan Vampiric dance.

Catherine stepped into the center. And then— Silence. The Queen reached forward—her hand touching Catherine’s chest. A burst of white light. Catherine’s body vanished. The Queen faded. The key dropped, hitting the stones with a hollow clang. The brothers collapsed. At the Hospital Carmela jolted upright in the chair beside Damion’s hospital bed. The air in the room shifted. Her heart pounded. “Something’s changed,” she whispered. Lucas, lying on a cot nearby, stirred. “What’s wrong?”

The Queen stepped closer, her eyes sharp despite her gentle tone. “You should not be seeing someone else while engaged to another man,” she said. Bloom blinked, confused. “I think you have mistaken me for someone else.” The Queen’s smile widened, but it did not reach her eyes. Bloom felt a chill crawl up her spine. She opened her mouth to ask what the Queen meant, but Samuel pulled up with the car, and the moment slipped away. Bloom climbed inside, her heart pounding. Damon had not set foot on Earth in months.