Reyna Fanart Pjo Novels & Stories

In that moment, I could almost feel the surge of power it held, an indomitable force that stirred a flicker of hope deep within my soul. The artifact represented more than a mere trinket to be found; it embodied the essence of my journey—a catalyst for reclaiming what was rightfully mine. It symbolized the reclamation of my shattered identity, the retrieval of the strength that had been siphoned away, and the audacious pursuit of a future unburdened by the shadows of the past. This quest had become a pivotal turning point, a threshold that held the promise of liberation and healing.

Fernando said coldly. Damian’s expression didn’t change. “I would have.” The room fell silent. Damian’s silver eyes remained fixed on Fernando. “But then I found her bleeding on the side of a road.” Fernando’s jaw tightened. Damian continued. “And while she was unconscious, your pack replaced her.” Nobody moved. Nobody even breathed because everybody knew it was true. Emma looked furious now, but she couldn’t deny it. Everyone had seen her sitting beside Fernando. Everyone had seen her wearing Luna colors. Everyone had seen her acting like the position already belonged to her.

Reyna, the spoiled beta's daughter, sat in contemplation under the full moon's light. Her beautiful face was obscured by the flowing tears. Her story with Andrei had yet to find clarity. She loved Andrei deeply, and her greatest desire was to become the Luna, the cherished mate of every female werewolf. "When will that moment come? When will Andrei claim me as his Luna?" Reyna whispered to herself, letting the tears flow freely from her eyes. Her profound feelings for Andrei left her shattered.

Author Here: Aryan’s and other characters’s pov will be written in the third. Aryan: “Rise and shine, my dear," a rich baritone with a hint of sarcasm reverberated through the dimly lit room as Aryan sank into the well-worn leather chair. His gaze was intensively and unyielding, remaining locked onto Reina who passed out on his desk. Her expansive and cerulean eyes were like the summer sky, now concealed beneath closed lids, harboring a world of secrets. Her countenance, typically an array of animated expressions, had transformed into a tranquil tableau of serenity.

The same Clara who had haughtily humiliated the dragon envoys in our past life had eagerly agreed the very first second this time around? I looked toward the center of the hall. Clara stood there in a flowing, moon-white gown, bowing gracefully to the dragon envoy. Her face was identical to the one from my memory, but her lips carried a smug satisfaction she couldn't quite hide. Our eyes met. Her smirk widened, throwing a deeply meaningful look my way. In that instant, everything clicked. She had been reborn, too. She knew the Dragon Clan would rule the continent. She knew the Dragon Queen would hold absolute power. So, she moved first to claim that crown for herself.

Because if yes… then I’m ready to be your princess. “Kuya!” Both he and Paolo looked up at the sound of his younger sister Y’da Mae’s voice. Her eyes sparkled like she’d spotted fresh prey. She hurried down the stairs, her gaze fixed on his knight in shining armor. “OMG! Kuya, is your friend an actor?” she squealed, reaching for Paolo’s face. But Rey Jhon quickly slapped her hand away. If only his family knew he was crooked, he’d scream right now: Paolo’s mine! No one’s allowed to take him away from me!

Yanking away from her grip, Reena raised one arm gently to rub at her gloved hand, her lips pursed stubbornly as she ignored Caelan’s and his icy questions, but the growing look of dark delight in his eyes at her disobedience was enough to set her straight. “Break in, steal the Pandora, and break out?” Reena answered sarcastically, watching with delight as his eyes narrowed, but the look of silent rage was dispelled the next instant as he smiled, his silver eyes lighting up with the action, but Reena knew better than to fall for his act.

Make the girl submit to his commands and desires without much argument. Reyhan must have something that can be used as a guarantee to make Arini obey. Just like Rieka who loves shopping, he can spend money to make her obey. What about Arini? It's very difficult. The girl was too simple. That's why Reyhan found it hard to persuade her. The harder it is, the more curious, right? “Rieka?” Reyhan called impatiently. “Yes, dear.” Rieka came out in red lingerie. The chest cut is low, not to mention that it only covers her thighs a little. Rieka's buttocks that Reyhan had squeezed earlier looked sexy. “This is what you want, right?”

She was glowing, radiant in a way that made it clear she knew how much power she held tonight. Nene leaned in again, whispering, "Reyna looks stunning, doesn't she? I thought you'd care." I scoffed, trying to hide the annoyance brewing in my chest. "She's irrelevant. Don't let her looks fool you." But even as I said that, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. There was something about Reyna that bothered me—a deeper mystery I couldn’t yet unravel. She had become too comfortable, too confident in a pack where she should have felt like an outsider. And tonight, it felt like she was preparing for something bigger than just an evening with the lords.

Few pack members were seen attending to one need or the other. Reyna cat walked into the twilight. Her shadow tailed behind her, displaying a beautiful view of her body. Her slender body fitted perfectly into the laced clothing. The green coloured gown crawled on the floor as she walked, giving her a look of royalty. Her face sparkled in the dark. Her eyes color seemed brighter. A smile displayed on her lips. It was a smoke of satisfaction. No nan would be able to resist her at this point. But then, she was headed to Alan's chambers, not to another man's.