The Alpha's Queen Novels & Stories

I add. There is a lengthy moment of silence in the dark. "Stupid parents think they are above the laws. We would have them burned by your side if their deaths wouldn't upset our Queen," Alpha Alcott says. So their Queen is the only one above the laws? Such a lucky woman. She may be evil but I envy her. She has got everything any woman would desire. And her luxurious life will be beyond blissful now that she will have the mate bond as well. My stolen mates finally leave. The door closes with a bang and I listen to the sounds of their footsteps fade.

Lifted. My feet left the ground. She slammed me against the wall, hard enough my vision sparked. Her claws pricked my skin, not deep, but enough to promise they could go deeper. She pulled me close, her face inches from mine. Her scent—jasmine and cold stone—filled my air. “I. Am. Your. Alpha. Queen.” Each word was a hissed bullet. “You do not raise your voice to me. You do not demand answers. You breathe because I allow it.”

“Only because I made you so.” I stared at her. “You are not wolfless,” she said gently. “You are dormant.” The floor vanished beneath me. My mother No This woman who *felt* like heat and earth and power Took my shoulders. “Tonight, Alina… you turn twenty-two. And tonight…” Her voice dropped. “You awaken.” My heart slammed into my ribs. “Awaken into what?” Her eyes flared electric blue. “A Mega Alpha. The Product of an Alpha King and Queen. You're a Royal Alpha wolf, Alina ”

But now that I'd molded him into someone worthy of standing beside me, his heart belonged to someone else entirely. "Miss Blackwood, here's the guest list for the welcoming ceremony in three days." The Beta Secretary's voice dripped with barely concealed disdain as she thrust the papers toward me. "Alpha Thorne specifically instructed me to tell you not to cause any scenes. This ceremony cannot have a single flaw." She paused, her lips curling into a sneer. "Otherwise..." "Otherwise what?" I challenged, meeting her contemptuous gaze head-on. She stammered, unable to finish her threat. The look in her eyes said everything—I was Ravencrest City's biggest joke.

Ronan is adamant and won't even let me talk. If eyes could kill, I could have suffocated under the boring, dagger-like stares of the werewolves I pass by. Their gazes cut through me like sharp blades, filled with scorn, like I have done something outrageous. Their scents mingle — bitter with disdain and thick with judgment. What’s going on? “I heard she disgraced the pack and disrespected her soon-to-be husband, Alpha Ronan of the Moondawn pack,” one of the female wolves staring at me says, her voice dripping with malice.

Mark her skin with claws until nothing was left. But she was Natalia Kovalenko Rurik. Wife of the Alpha. The queen who smiles while she bleeds. She took a deep breath, inhaling the air of the hall as if it could push back the knot in her throat. “He belongs to us,” her Lycan hissed. “Even if he doesn’t love us, we are the ALPHA by his side. We are the one chosen by blood and duty.” “That never meant anything to him.” The pain came before the words even finished echoing. “We were never more than a well-disguised political arrangement.”

She whispered to me. “Speak again, and I'd snap your neck.” I whispered back. She hissed at me, easing herself into the chair. “The reign of King Kael Ashveil, Alpha of the North, and leader of the five factions commences today.” Lord Balde Pyrethorn stated, bowing his head. “May your reign be peaceful, and your time be prosperous.” “So shall it be.” The Lords echoed. “Thank you.” I said, forcing a smile. I was unfamiliar with the concept of a genuine smile. “Can we get on with today's bills?”

I wore the pure black Alpha Queen's battle robes, scepter in hand, and walked step by step up to the throne. The Grand Elder carefully held the garland that symbolized a fated mate and asked cautiously, "Alpha Queen, shall we select a worthy mate for you from other packs?" I stared at the garland. Once, I had humbled myself to the very dust just to obtain it. But now… I reached for the garland and casually tossed it into the nearby fire. The flames consumed the vibrant flowers. "No need." I sat on the throne, overlooking the dense sea of werewolves below, my golden eyes reflecting the blazing fire.

“The Luna of the MoonBlood Pack should possess a lot of qualities that are befitting of a Queen, some of you would have to go through rigorous selective processes and training before the final choice is made by the Alpha. Brace yourselves.” The Beta looked at the door, and then he turned to us and exhaled sharply with a lot of enthusiasm written on his face. “The Alpha has decided to grace us with his presence.”

He smiles, taking a breath before speaking “You’re an Alpha Queen, my love.” Excuse me? Me, someone who has barely learned how to be a Luna? “I’m-I’m a what now?” I stutter “England and Australia both have Alpha Kings, you’re the Alpha of Alpha’s technically. You can command any werewolf, and you’ll end up making all the other Alphas submit to you and your rule.” Aston cuts in I say nothing, now that I can avoid. Motherhood will come first. It’s debatable on which one will be scarier, but I have no desire to deal with that Alpha Queen business for the time being.