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Raven looked around the room—at the fear in the eyes of warriors and Alphas who had faced a thousand battles but didn’t know how to fight what was coming. “We prepare,” she said. And she meant it. That afternoon, she returned to the Archives with Kade and Maya. The carved doors groaned as they opened, revealing the still-glowing murals on the walls. This time, Raven didn’t hesitate. She walked to the third mural—the one partially hidden in shadow. The Forgotten Queen. She stared at the image: a woman with silver hair, blood on her hands, and eyes that burned with moonlight. Around her neck was the same crescent mark Raven bore.

'Let's get our mate,' Vixen urged, and Aimee took her first step to forever. The energy crackled in the air as the biker waited for his Queen. Quinley Barrett, the high priestess of Ravenclaw, worked her magic in the background creating snowflakes out of the elements-without the biting cold that accompanied the winter candyfloss. And Aimee felt like a princess as she finally reached her mate's side, taking his outstretched hand and kissing his knuckles as he folded her into his arms.

Raven could see through the rain as the gentle, golden lights in their eyes and a brutal, hungry red was replaced. The Alpha queen had claimed her kingdom. Vesper looked over to Raven. The consuming sharpness in her eyes was returned, but she was paired with a gloomy understanding. “We have can't stop, Carter. She's here. And she calls her pack together.” Raven leaned on his knee and rose slowly. His muscles screamed exhaustion, every fiber of his body hurt, but his mind was so tedious and clear

She didn't walk; the floor seemed to move toward her. "I am Morga, the Queen of the Raven Coven," the woman said, her voice a chilling melody. "And I did not give you permission to touch my property, rogue." "She’s not property," Rhea snapped, stepping out from behind Silas. The silver light in her eyes flared, casting long, distorted shadows on the cave walls. "And I don't know who you are, but you're in my way."

"Ravena. She is quite remarkable, is she not?" I nodded, keeping my face blank. "She is a strong warrior and a capable leader." "She is more than that. She is intelligent, strategic, and respected. The people love her and the warriors follow her without question." "Yes," I agreed carefully. "The kingdom needs a queen like her," Alaric continued. "Someone strong. Someone who can stand beside a king and make him better." "A queen?" I repeated, keeping my voice even. "Yes," Alaric smirked, watching me closely. "She has proven herself. She has earned her place. And now it is time to secure that place permanently."

Ma’am… ma’am.” The voice keeps poking at the edges of my dream, irritating and sharp—completely out of place because I’m busy imagining Tairan, my new fictional obsession, doing absolutely unholy things to me in a forest made of neon lights and by unholy I mean burning my palms with melting wax and using the fire to melt it again after it solidifies, yeah he's the psycho in my book that I'm in love with. But back to the topic. No one calls him “ma’am,” so obviously something is wrong in this universe.

; she roared. “Sure my lady!” He bowed respectfully and left. “I have been breaking stereotypes since my childhood, I had made every impossible thing possible, I have excluded the word impossible from my words bank then how could this be impossible? I will be the queen of “The Kingdom of Shades”. I will change this kingdom one day. I will eradicate all the darkness from it and make it the kingdom of rising. It will be just bright and powerful like the sun rise. I want everything, everyone under my Lead. The Lead of werewolf Queen. The queen who would be loved and adored by all. The queen will be just like her wonderful mother but she will not be weak like her who couldn’t fight her fate and

“What… does that mean? You said--” The woman reached for her hood, and my heart lurched. The face that had looked at me in that hazy dream when I was in the cave was looking at me. Her face looked so much like my mother’s in the painting, but there were several differences that told me that she wasn’t. She was a relative of some sort. “Who… are you?’ “If you’d like the formality, I am Raven, the second princess of the United Vampire Covens.” She said with a small smirk. “I am also the true leader of the Blood Moon Coven, more commonly known as the Red Moon Pack.”

Raven took a weary sigh as she gazed intently in my eyes. Her eyes welled up in tears giving her a sympathetic look. This was the first time I saw Raven like this. She was known as the ‘Ice queen’ for her unbothered reactions to high-level complications. She was known to be always calm every during battle but now she was different Yet here she is, almost in tears talking about her Alpha. “This pack is one big family”. I thought to myself. As if though she read my thoughts, she immediately got her composure back.

"Lilibeth, stop making Hank angry. He normally treats you so well and buys you clothes and purses. Just take my place in the shark tank this once and treat this as paying him back. Besides, you scrub and mop the deck all day, so you must have some very steady footing. There's no way you'll slip." The trust-fund kids around us also joined in and started to make a scene. "Yeah, that's right! Why is a cleaner acting so proud?" "Get down there already. Don't ruin the show for all of us!" I looked at all the well-dressed fools around me as I scoffed. If this were a year ago, I would have tied up every one of them and hung them from the mast to let them taste the sea breeze. My name was Lilibeth B