Ratu Orion Novels & Stories

"You’re what the Goddess saw fit to gift me? A pitiful, weak little thing that cannot even command her own shadow?" Whispers erupted through the crowd and I could barely breathe. "She’s your fated mate, Alpha," one of the elders said cautiously, stepping forward. Orion tilted his head, his eyes gleaming with contempt. "I don’t need a mate to rule. I need strength, power and that…”, he pointed at me like I was filth beneath his boot…”, is not power. That’s a burden." I felt my heart rip, even though I barely knew this man.

To make matters even more complicated, Orion shot a lightning bolt through Tritus' heart to save his mother and me because he had us and our people enslaved by the Imperium. And now his daughter, Princess Juliana Korallis Majere, the one who had been missing for decades, is Orion's mate. "Did you know," I whisper hoping Ona is still fast asleep and can't hear a word we are saying. This is not how I want her to find out. "You know, before you..."

Lira was already radiating heat, her eyes fixed on the dais where Orion stood, her claws extending and retracting in a rhythmic display of hunger. Orion didn’t look like a king; he looked like a storm held together by skin and leather. His eyes scanned the crowd, indifferent to the displays of submission and the pheromones thick enough to choke a human. Isabella’s heart hammered against her ribs. She wasn't supposed to be here. She was a trophy, a servant, a speck of dust in the gears of their ancient politics. But when those eyes finally stopped, they didn’t land on Lira. They locked onto Isabella.

Aurora nodded. "My name is Orion, and I am the leader of the council." Orion continued. "The Alpha has told us so much about you, and we're all looking forward to serving under you." "I'm ready to be the perfect Luna for Ashidore." Aurora said with a smile. "Just like your Alpha." Henry smiled proudly and kissed her hand. He didn't need anyone to tell him that she would be a perfect Luna. Just as the conversation continued smoothly, one of the female council members named Wendy leaned forward and pinned Aurora with a hard stare.

“Here are the finalized illusion-wards for the Western Coven. I’m done. They’re yours now.” The next day, I finished my last task for the council and tossed the scroll to Orion. He was the Captain of the Council Guard and the only one I’d call a friend over the last hundred years. Orion caught it, his brow furrowed. “Are you serious? That position was your…” He trailed off as a commotion started on the other side of the hall.

We didn’t have to live apart anymore, which we were all grateful for. As we sit in our temporary home we share, I continue to brainstorm ideas of how to track our leader. There has been times over the years when other Alpha’s would occasionally try to take us over and force us to merge into their much larger pack. They tried to make us submit. But it’s in Ryker’s nature to protect us. His father must have been a true Alpha which would make Ryker one as well. We are all that is left to my knowledge. Now we follow him out of faith and loyalty. As it has always been the four of us, we are now well known as Orion’s Guild, or the OG for short. We are an elite team of Rogue Hunters, rogues of all

Orion is weak. And most importantly, he just needs to Mark me in this world to make it to the Goddesses. There always had been more to killing them though. Zemira had said that he needs 'the Gold and the Silver' to complete this insane ritual. They obviously were key elements...but what if there is more? Why had Orion not come straight for me, Mark me, and hidden me away until he had gotten everything else he needed. No...he's biding his time with me too…

She knew it in her blood that Orion will do nothing to hurt her. He was a predator - but her predator who protected her. Before she could argue further, the plane shuddered violently, and warning lights bathed the cabin in an eerie red glow. "Missile lock!" the captain's voice shouted over the intercom. "Brace! Brace! Brace!" It was now or never. "Come," I said to Orion, extending my hand. Without hesitation, he took it, his large palm engulfing mine, warm and calloused and achingly familiar. The moment our skin connected, a jolt of recognition shot through me—ancient magic, the bond between fated mates, recognizing its other half.

"Your thirtieth birthday is in three weeks. Three. Weeks. If you do not present a Luna by the Blood Moon..." "I will choose my own Luna," Oreon interrupted. "I am done with your candidates. I am done with shrews and spiders and priestesses." "And who will you choose?" Silas sneered, gesturing at Eltonia, who shrank back slightly behind Oreon. "That? The Omega? The girl who was just in a cage?" "She has done more for this pack in three days than the Council has done in three decades," Oreon growled with the gold flaring in his eyes. "Why is it absurd? Because she scrubs floors? Or because she is the only one who doesn't try to stab me?"

"Are you... are you coming with us?" Orion’s expression softened, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of blonde hair behind my ear. "I have Alpha duties to attend to in the morning, or else I wouldn't let you out of my sight. But Roland will protect you. No one will dare touch you on my territory, Aurora." I swallowed the lump in my throat, nodding slowly. "Okay. Thank you, Orion." "Don't thank me," he murmured, his deep voice making my heart race. "Spoiling my mate is a privilege."