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And still, Maerilee says nothing. She hasn’t lifted her eyes from the table, hasn’t acknowledged any of this. She is a statue, and I don’t know whether she’s listening or drifting further from us with every breath. I want her to look at me, even if just once. I want her to see me now, standing steady, trying to carry a piece of this burden she thinks she has to carry alone. But it’s not her voice I hear next. It’s the Queen’s. “We will proceed with Prince Brook’s strategy.”

I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.

Daphnée accepted the glass of champagne from Mario, who took it from a passing server and asked, “Is Emilia here too?” “No, we have her waiting outside, but I think Mr Bardi has someone fetching her right now,” he answered. Mario looked at Daphnée who was looking toward the VIP area and asked, “What are your plans, Queen?” “I am the owner here. If they want to see me, they need to come find me,” she said and made her way back up the steps and went to the break room that overlooked the club. “Queen?” Alessandro called to her as he entered. She was overlooking the club that was slowly filling up with guests while she drank the champagne.

“What is your name? I haven't seen you around the park house.’’ “Milly. I operate on a different side of the house. The Queen hates interaction with other women and servants and so she prepared for her room to be made for the south of the day Pack House where no one is allowed to enter.’’ I need my head scratching the Fabric of my yellow dress making sure it doesn't sweep the ground. “And is it lonely?’’ “Lonely?’’ “Yes. on the west side of the royal house where no one is allowed to go. are you lonely sometimes?’’ I noticed how awkwardly silent she went immediately. It was as if the question never crossed her mind. not in a single moment. She smiles, opening her mouth to say something before

If you don't want anything else to go wrong, do as we said. Piss off you fucking bastards! The Queens"

“If we can get her out of here, my vote is Emerald Club. You know the capo has that place locked down. Don’t want anything happening to his princess.” “I’d agree, but Jasmine was right; they’d call the capo and then who knows? Mí padre won’t be thrilled if we fuck up the alliance.” “Last time I was in Kansas City some of the famiglia guards were talking about a place called Green Lady Lounge—a jazz club.” Em pulled out his phone and began swiping. “It’s not far and is open until midnight with live music.” “Sounds like a plan.” I laid my hand on Em’s shoulder. “Nothing happens to Jasmine. Not for the alliance but because she’s trusting us. I don’t want her to regret that.”

"She was born the daughter of a disgraced Luna, told her whole life that she carried no power worth mentioning. She had four mates. Men who once swore they would burn the world down for her. Until her enemy returned with a lie sweet enough to make them forget everything they ever felt. They stripped her title. They believed another woman's word over years of loyalty. They let her walk away with nothing. What none of them knew was that exile was never her ending. It was the key that unlocked the bloodline sealed inside her since birth, the true royal wolves every pack secretly still answers to. Now she's back. Not as the broken girl they threw away, but as the Alpha Queen every territory b

She blinks, snapping both of us away from the trance before stepping away and a flirty smirk makes it way to her face. Now the old Arianna is back. "Look at you finally admitting I'm your Queen." She teases and I chuckle lowly happy we're finally good. "Shut up" ~~ It was finally time to take the files on our Capos and Associates to the Wolves. Everyone were on their A game, praying silently this encounter goes well.

I couldn’t afford any more absences. Ring, ring, ring… The incipient ringing of the cell phone took me out of my hard work. “What?!” I responded grumpily. “I’m sorry for interrupting you, Mr. Corleone. It was to let you know the queen is waiting for you in her office in ten minutes.” Cecile’s melodious voice responded. I swallowed hard and said, “Thank you, Cecile. I will go immediately.” The queen could afford to meet me in her office at short notice, because when I was in the royal pack, my office was in the same building.

A black Armani suit, perfectly tailored. The outfit Victoria had waiting for me was worth thirty grand—more than any of the gowns I ever wore as the Moretti family matriarch. I stood in front of the mirror and looked at the woman staring back. Thirty years old, still beautiful, but her eyes were hollow. "Ready?" Victoria asked from the doorway. "Yeah," I said, turning to face her. "One last time." The Moretti family estate sat on fifty acres of Long Island's Gold Coast. I had lived here for six years, hosted countless dinners, and welcomed capos from all Five Families.