Novel & Cerita Take My Breath Away Queen

Betrayed by her mate and framed for treason, Athena, a, wolfless Omega, and daughter of traitors—has no choice but to run for her life. Hunted by pack warriors, she flees into the dark woods, her heart broken and her future uncertain. But fate always has a cruel twist in store. One minutes, she's in the woods running for her life, the very next minute, she's in the room of the most feared Alpha, who.is none other than the father of her cruel mate. The domineering Alpha king backs her up against the wall, her bones quivering from the hunger-filled glint in his gaze as he hand glides over her most sensitive skin in a soft caress. "I'll never let you escape from me again, mat

The Queen watched, her face neutral but a flicker of annoyance in her eyes. The King groaned as the woman worked him expertly, his eyes never leaving the Queen’s. With one hand, he gestured for the queen to come closer. The Queen waited for a moment and then complied, and when she got close, Auron grabbed the front of her gown and ripped it open, exposing her full breasts. They bounced twice before settling, her pink nipples hardening under his gaze.

flash in his. “It is NOT my fault my father, YOUR King, was a man whore! I did not ask for this bullshit but hey if the shoe fits, wear it right? So here I am bitch! If you have a problem with me or my wolf, we will be on the training grounds until lunch.” I looked away from Koda who had looked past me to Jax, probably questioning if I could challenge him like that or not. I had everybody’s eyes on me, which is exactly what I wanted. “That goes for anybody else here who does not think I’m worthy enough. Rather you like it or not I will be your Queen soon enough and you will all bow to me. Maybe once I rip a few of your throats out, you will learn to tread carefully.”

“I’m a Ravenfield, the rightful Alpha of that pack, of my home. I will lead them and care for them just like my father taught me. I will also be Queen because I have a partner who’s willing to help me, who’s comfortable and happy with me being my own person. I will do both because both are my birthrights, and no one will tell me otherwise.” “Well said, my dear.” Callan praised as he grinned at me and smirked at his mate with a teasing glint in his eyes. “Such fire. Don’t cower in the icy stare of a woman who delights in making people feel small or inferior, because you are anything but. She is most assuredly a good match for our Cadmus.” I blushed deeply and hid my face as a few of the other

You did the right thing for us. She just silently nodded in response even though her mind was so loud, weighing down her squabbling emotions. I couldn't blame her though. She didn't want to kill anyone but it couldn't be helped. She was just trying to survive. To distract her from it, I spoke again, "Sage, you've mentioned that the Queen also appeared in your dreams, right? I finally know the reason why she talked to you." She looked taken aback by my statement but I was glad that I dragged her away from her toxic thoughts. "Oh, don't tell me she speaks cryptic shit again."

"Hey, do you think this time Mr. Price has come up with another special way to confess?" "Who knows? It’s already dark. Maybe they’re going stargazing or something. Isn't that what moody teenagers like?" "Haha, that’s possible, but the fact that Ms. Queen still hasn’t cut ties with Mr. Price shows she might have feelings for him too." "I don’t think so. Did you see how disgusted Ms. Queen looked when Mr. Price confessed last time? The fact that their relationship hasn’t ended just means the two companies still have a partnership."

Against all odds. But holding is not the same as winning. And eventually, they could not hold anymore. I turned the page. And found a portrait. Just a sketch, really. Pen and ink. Faded with age. A woman. She was not young in the portrait, but she was not old either. She was somewhere in between, in that particular place where a person stops looking like what they were and starts looking like what they are. Her hair was loose. Her expression was not afraid. Mira. Last Queen of the Witch Covens. Keeper of the High Flame. Killed in the forty-third year of the Crimson War by Aldric the Elder, great-great-grandfather of the current Alpha King.

“Go get ‘em Editor-in-chief. I’ll have a bottle of the good stuff chilling for you when you break this open.” The warmth of his hand lingering made my pulse quicken. Immediately, Aliyah’s words came on in full volume. “Thanks Cory, for the ride, and the pep talk. See you inside.” I hopped out, the humid city air hitting me like a physical weight. As I stepped onto the sidewalk, I spotted a familiar silhouette near the entrance. Freya. She leaned against the marble pillar, looking impeccably polished in a cream -colored power suit that screamed she had already won.

Brandon lowered his head, pressing his lips against the warm skin behind Robin’s ear, his voice loud enough to echo in the private box: "The necklace is fifty million, Robin. But the queen wearing it is priceless." Up on the balcony, framed by diamonds and draped in emerald fire, Robin rested her hand over Brandon’s forearm, looking down at the ruined, terrified faces of Dane and Nicole below with a chilling, victorious smile.

she said softly. "What do you mean... No don't answer that please..." I was rambling before I knew it. "Hey, hey take a deep breath in," she demonstrates, "just like this." I complied, taking in a deep breath and holding it in, waiting for her to say anything else. She didn't but I was suddenly feeling a lot better. "I feel better, thank you," I said gratefully. She offered her hand out for me to take and stand up, "are you ready to meet the queen?" She asked a hesitant look settling on her pretty face.