She's Your Queen To Be Novels & Stories

"Hey sexy, take a load off." Anna smiles and slides in beside me on the stool. "Sitting with the Alphas. I feel like a princess." She laughs. I lean to her ear. "No. You're a Queen." I wiggle my brow. Carmen takes her seat with Zeke and Blade grabs Casey and pulls her onto his lap. I turn to Carmen. "Feel better?" "You're still on my shit list, buddy. You're just lucky Anna's cool." She sticks a finger in my face.

She smiled as though that memory belonged to her too. “Don’t,” Leofric said sharply, stepping between us. His sword was still drawn, rain slick along its edge. I moved around him. I couldn’t look away from her. “Who are you?” Her expression was one of quiet amusement. “You already know. I am the queen you will become. The one who chose the crown and the fire.” Elira stiffened beside me. “No… she’s lying.”

She asked breathless "Doubt yourself... your my mate... my luna. My queen. You're never wrong" I said as I pulled her into a hug. "Q-queen?" She squeaked, making me chuckle "Mhmm" I said, smelling her hair. "So I'll... be the queen?" She asked hesitantly, her body found stiff I nodded, looking into her eyes that were filled with panic "Of course... your mine, we'll rule together, from our pack" I explained.

My voice turned deep as it lowered an octave when I said, "You're a queen and my mouth is your throne. Come. Claim your throne." Amusement lit my eyes when she rolled us over, a sexy, dirty smirk tugging her lips as she looked at me with a challenge. My queen; I realized when she tugged the T-shirt away, making me curse at the sight of her supple, perky breasts. She was a woman on a mission. A mission to claim her throne, which was rightfully hers. I resisted the urge to tie her to my bed and fuck her until she begged me to stop but decided to let her take charge this one time.

Then her tone sharpens. “Especially not when your little arrangement starts falling apart.” I let out a slow breath before I responded, keeping my voice calm. “You’re making a lot of assumptions.” She laughs. “I don’t need to assume anything,” she replies. “It’s obvious.” She turns slightly, raising her voice just enough to carry further. “A queen is supposed to be independent,” she says. “Fierce. Someone people actually respect.” Her gaze snaps back to me. “But you are not any of those

she says dramatically, turning side to side in the mirror, “I have the body of a praying mantis.” “You’re just very tall–” “Anyway,” she huffs, flopping back onto the bed. “Fuck these Alphas and their sons, and nephews, and uncles or whatever. I think you should just quit.” “You know I can’t.” “Uh, yeah, you can. You’re coming to Moonrise with me to serve as my second when the time comes, and when I’m queen, we won’t need men. We’ll… rule together–and eat chocolate and drink wine from sunup to sun down.”

“But you will be. You’ll officially be his queen very soon, and you’ll have many responsibilities to manage. It’s important for you to attend these events with him so everyone can get to know their new queen.” “I have no interest in the crown,” I told her. “No, but your mate is the lycan king. You’ll need to be at his side to support him,” she explained. “You are going to be queen, whether you want the crown or not.” “Can’t I just be… his mate?” She shook her head, a soft smile on her face. “We both know that’s not how it works.” I sighed and rolled my eyes, leaning my head against the doorframe.

“You’re a nobody. An orphan girl that no one wants.” If only she knew how wrong she was about that. “So?” I challenged. “What do you want?” “I’ve decided that from now on,” she said, a sly smile curling on her lips, “you’ll be doing Luna training for me. On my behalf.” You have to be kidding me. Was she delusional? There was no way I’d agree to that. “Not happening,” I said flatly. “Besides, Beta Zack will know—” “I don’t really care if he finds out,” she said, lifting her chin. “I’m the future Queen Luna of the Royal pack. What I say goes. He’s in no position to go against my decision. My word is law.”

After the auction that night, Zoe was seething. “Moon above!” she hissed through clenched teeth. “She’s just an illegitimate daughter! What gives her the right to strut around like that? What’s she so proud of? Everyone calls her ‘Alpha’s darling ,’ but she’s nothing more than a vixen in a silk dress!” I slid a glass of lemonade toward her and arched a brow. “Alpha’s darling?”

She prepped the beef for cooking and placed the items in the refrigerator. It took some time for Britney to show up. There were many beautiful people in Hadley’s inner circle. The guys were tall and attractive, with good genetics, and the women were all stunning. From an early age, Hadley had taken care of them all. At twenty-three, Britney was 5.8 feet tall. She embodied the traditional "ice queen" persona with her oval face, startling wide eyes, and thick lips. Hadley, on the other hand, was quiet and restrained, keeping her ideas to herself.