Rey /reina Novels & Stories

Reyna smiled slowly, leaning slightly onto the table with the confidence of someone fully aware of her effect on people. “Yes, you.” Jules stared. Elyon gasped dramatically through the phone. “Oh my God,” he whispered. “A rich lesbian has entered the chat.” Reyna took my phone right out of my hand before turning the camera toward herself with a grin so confident it practically screamed old money and poor decision-making. “The rich billionaire lesbian,” she corrected smoothly while looking directly into the screen at Elyon. “Please address me properly.” Elyon gasped dramatically. “Oh my God, she’s hot and self-aware.”

she started, voice soft, apologetic, trying to shrink back into silence. Reina rolled her eyes, the gesture loud even without a sound, and turned back to her mirror. “You can sleep when you’re dead, El. God, you’re such a little grandma sometimes.” Her voice was light, teasing—but the words landed with precision. Reina didn’t yell. She didn’t need to. Her cruelty was practiced, exact—a needle slipped beneath the skin, deep enough to sting but never deep enough to leave evidence. Her power wasn’t loud; it was deliberate. Each word was a choice. A scalpel. A hierarchy.

My mom tries to come to my rescue like she always does but it never works. “Her best isn't enough.” My father growls, slamming both his hands on the table, shocking both me and my mother. My name is Reagan Reynar, daughter of Alpha Logan Reynar and Luna Kylie Reyner. I'm the only child of my parents to my father's dismay which makes my his only heir.

Today, they would make it public. The engagement. Reina and Prince Calder. I didn’t need to hear it to feel it. The bond inside me twisted in warning. I tried to ignore it. I tried to bury it deep. But when I reached the royal courtyard, everything inside me snapped. They stood at the center of the stage. The Alpha King, the court elders, and them. Reina, dressed in silver and blue, like a sacrifice wrapped in silk. Her head held high, her face calm—but I saw through it. I saw the pain in her eyes. She didn’t want to be there. And yet she stood beside him.

"The Luna Queen can help us. Her mother used to be a very close friend of mine back in the day. I have to find a way to contact her, otherwise Damon will truly end us." She frowned and hoped her assistant would find a way to meet her. ~~~~ Reina's POV I rubbed the last remnants of sleep from my eyes and propped myself up on my elbows, realizing that the tiredness and dizziness from earlier in the day had completely vanished. The bedroom was quiet, illuminated only by the soft, amber glow of a single dim lamp. Getting out of bed, I padded quietly into the adjoining washroom to freshen up. Splashing cold water on my face, I looked up into the mirror and sighed. "Gosh. My face looks so pale. I

The main said candidly, with her hands behind her. "Oh!" Rebecca said, a little disappointed, "Um, what's your name?" The maid was stunned at the question. She looked both ways to confirm if she was the one that she was referring to you. "Me?" The maid replied doubtfully, pointing at herself. "Yes. There isn't anyone in the room asides us." Rebecca said, being friendly. She had a warm smile. "I am Zita, Your grace!" The maid replied, feeling edgy. It was evident in her speech.

I had woken up to the news that my boyfriend, Finn Dalton, the newly appointed CEO of the SYR Group, had bought an engagement ring and was planning a surprise party for his love - me. I had immediately gone to fix myself up. I did my nails, hair, and makeup as he loved it - clean and not overly flashy - and I wore a maroon tea length dress that defined my curves. I paired it with my black stilettos, a pearl necklace, and a black purse. And when I stared at the mirror, I was proud of she who stared right back at me - Rhea Dawson.

“Brown fur, green shimmer, that light—like she stepped out of a myth.” I don’t say anything. Reina. That’s her name now. Mine, but not. We share the same skin, but she’s something else entirely. The way she moved that night—strong, calm, sure—like she’d been waiting for that moment all along. Maybe she had. Blaire nudges my leg. “You should be proud. People finally saw who you really are.” “Yeah,” I mumble, “a freak of nature.” She snorts. “A badass freak.”

No one of them wanted to back off no matter what I said. “What’s your name, Miss?” One of the reporters asked, inquisitively. The lady looked at me first and then looked back at the reporter. “I am Reina. Reina Jackson.” She answered, with a mischievous grin on her face. “Why did Mr Ian pull you away? Is there a problem?” Another reporter asked as she pointed the microphone to the so-called Reina. Wait! Was I even doing? Does this Reina girl really want to start answering their questions? Hell no!! I would have to kill off whatever this was because I was so tired of how this was going and where it was going.

Lyra reached my side, and I took her hand, raising it slightly as the applause began to subside. “Tonight,” I said, addressing the crowd once more, “we celebrate not only Lyra’s return but also the future of our pack. The goddess has blessed us with a gift, a sign of hope and prosperity.” I turned to Lyra, who gave me a small nod before stepping back toward the entrance. A moment later, she returned, cradling our son, Leo, in her arms. The sight of them together was enough to silence the crowd, the air thick with awe and reverence.