She Took My Husband I Took The Crown Novels & Stories

Marissa POV. The moment the crown was placed on my head, I felt the exchange of power from Lita. But that wasn’t all. I thought it was over until Robert took my hand and I turned to face him. “Marissa, you have always been my Regina, my queen. I have loved you always and I will continue to love you until I take my last breath. My queen, my love. My heart, body, and soul belong to you and only you. Will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?” I look at him with my mouth agape. I chuckle to myself as he pulls out rings from his pocket. He looks gorgeous in his royal attire. The red, gold, and black.

So it was pushed until the garden was made ready to hold as much people as possible. And today, it is finally the day Barlion gets the crown like he had always wanted to. I had expected to be among the people or the royals as I watched Barlion finally get his crown but the previous night, my husband had surprised me. "I want you up there with me. I want you to get your crown just as I do." That was what he had said to me, telling me to get crowned along side him. It has been a genuinely nice moment. Barlion wants me to be apart of his day and I was more than happy to join him. But as the hours get close to stand in front of every one, I was getting more and more nervous.

The sound wrapped around my ribs and tugged. I stared at the crown. They’ll never let me leave if I don’t take it. I felt that certainty in my bones. And still—my hand lifted. The bride placed the crown into my palms. It was heavier than I expected. The thorns bit into my skin instantly, drawing blood. But I didn’t drop it. It was beautiful. It was terrible. It was… mine. My arms shook as I raised it to my head. Just before it touched my hair—just before the last inch closed the bond—

He steps forward, bowing slightly, then extends a hand. I take it, feeling the electricity of our bond, the unspoken promise that this moment is ours. Mary leans close to me, whispering, “Go, Eva. Shine. This is your crown, your day.” I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat. The hall is filled with our pack, allies, friends, and family. The music swells, flowers trail along the aisle, and the banners flutter above. Theo lifts the crown—crafted of silver and moonstones—and lowers it toward me.

I placed the crown back upon my head once more, feeling its weight settle into me; it was a promise and a warning in equal measure. Outside, life moved on, oblivious. Inside, I polished the edges of my performance until they gleamed. When I finally let myself twirl, the mirror reflected not just a bride but a woman who had learned to turn want into power. My lips curved into a promise I didn’t give to anyone; it was just for me. “Rowan,” I whispered, tasting the name like a vow. “Your bride is ready.” The crown still rested upon my head, heavy with the weight of everything I had schemed for. I was admiring my reflection when the sharp crack of the door hitting the wall tore through the air.

And again. Something swells in my chest, fierce and overwhelming. This is more than I imagined. More than Capo. This is recognition at the highest level. This is coronation without a crown. Dominic inclines his head each time, calm, controlled. A king accepting fealty. My eyes burn. Love and pride twist together until I can hardly breathe. This is my husband. And the world is bending it’s knee to him.

Not because of me. I get up, taking off the veil. The room is dark enough that I can’t make out their faces and I’m pretty sure they can’t see mine, but I can see the glint of the King’s golden crown. He freezes with his hand around the man’s neck, staring at me. “I can be better than your bride,” I stammer. I clutch the skirt of my dress, scared out of my wits. “I will be a good wife to you. I swear, I will be your perfect mate!”

Shock rippled through the crowd like a wave. Confusion turned to murmuring. Whispers flared among the pack members, especially the elders who think she should have consulted them first. "But he hasn’t even married her…" "Why now?" "What about Elara?" "The Luna without a wedding? This is so strange." Then he turned back, and took the queen's crown from a maid behind him. “I crown her as my Queen.“ He stepped closer and placed the crown on her head. “And you all shall acknowledge her as one from now on.“

The veil on my face fell to the floor, and my long hair scattered over my face, changing my look from a bride to a widow. Loud gasps erupted from the crowd. Jasper didn’t bother to help me, nor did anyone so I pushed my self up, leaving the veil to lie in the middle of the altar. Ferro held the crown in my hand to which I was to go over and place on Jasper’s head as he knelt before me. “The crown’s fate rests on your hands.” Ferro said to me, his hands holding the crown stretched out for me. I took the crown with my left hand, letting the hand fall carelessly to my side. With a possessed stare I turned, walking back to Jasper. I still ignored the veil.

I said, "I have been told that there is food and drink laid out in the courtyard, and that the whole pack is down there waiting, and that I am not permitted to spend my coronation morning reading the muster rolls. So I am going to go and be crowned at the door where the whole pack can see it, and then I am going to go and eat too much, and I expect every one of you to do the same." I turned to Ciara. "Come on," I said quietly. "Let's go and be looked at." She took my hand, and we went out through the great doors into the morning. The whole pack was in the courtyard. It went all the way back — the training yards, the market square, the road down to the gates, packed with wolves. The sound whe