The Alpha's Queen Novels & Stories

"What's wrong with you sisters? You think I don't know that you helped her run away? Now look what you have done? What were you thinking posted that thing? Now everyone knows it. You've brought shame on the family and the pack." "I didn't post it. and I've done nothing wrong. What kind of alpha you are selling your own daughter like a prostitute? " Another slap before I finished my sentence. Blood trickled out of the corner of my mouth. I raised my head to look my father in the eyes. "What? Now hitting me makes you feel like a man? A weak alpha who can only abuse his own daughter?" I said coldly. "You! How dare you talk to me like this? " My father raised his hand again but was stopped by my

Zafira asked as she removed a purple gown from her wardrobe, the clothes she planned to wear after taking her bath. "I am always on your side, Princess, but then we should take a look at the situation on the ground," her nanny said. "I want to be the Alpha King." "But you know it's called King for a reason, right? Because it's for men." "Is there an Alpha Queen?" Zafira asked, and Agatha laughed heartily. "There is someone called a Luna – she is the wife of the Alpha-King. Why don't you make your way and be the wife of an Alpha?"

Those words, this recital, finally had meaning— every part of this mantic prophecy. I looked at the Alpha Queen, now a stinky decomposing body of bones, and then I realized… that she was just a stinky decomposing body of bones. This was all she had become after all the vile things she had done all these years. I finally understood every part of this topic now… But then what I still didn’t get was how Alpha King became a… “After the Alpha Queen supposedly murdered the true Alpha King.” Anne started to say now, cutting me off from my train of thought and speaking like the two people she was referring to weren’t her father and mother.

he urged, his voice urgent. But before they could take another step, a figure emerged from the shadows, blocking their path. It was a woman, her eyes glowing with an otherworldly light as she stepped forward, her gaze fixed on Isabella. Isabella's breath caught in her throat as she recognized the woman. It was the Alpha King's mate, a powerful werewolf known for her ruthlessness. "You can't escape your destiny, Isabella," the Alpha Queen said, her voice cold and unforgiving. "You belong to us now."

Nash informed. “What is happening?” the voice asked. “I did what you asked, now touch me and let me touch you,” the man growled. “I will be anything for you, Luna…” “Sure, I will touch you, after all, a promise is a promise, but I didn’t promise where I will touch you,” I spoke as I walked up to him, “And I am not Luna…” I growled as I extended my claws and pressed them right where he was pushing a blade on my mate’s throat. “I am a Queen… I am the Alpha Queen…”

The Grand Council Hall of the Ironwood Pack was suffocatingly hot, packed wall-to-wall with the scent of anxious wolves, heavy leather, and the lingering sting of cheap tallow candles. High on the stone dais sat Alpha Silas, his posture commanding and unyielding, flanked by the senior elders of the pack. To his right stood Victoria, draped in a gown of deep crimson velvet, her chin held high as she bathed in the admiring glances of the assembly.

I whisper. “I was their witch,” she says, laughing a little, her eyes going distant with the memory. “Back when wolves had sense and wisdom was utilized, not banned. Those silly fools.” “Their witch,” I whisper, stunned at the possibilities of this. I had no idea that there was this…tradition. The Queen’s Witch – her own little source of magic and power in a world of Alphas. And suddenly I want it. Very, very badly. Mindy sips her tea, though Margot watches me very carefully.

This wasn't going to be a simple rescue; it was going to be a bloodbath. "I received your letter," I wrote, my grip on the pen so tight the wood creaked. "Every word you wrote is a nail in Finn’s coffin. I want you to listen to me, and I need you to believe me. You are not breeding stock. You are the Queen of the Alpha King, and you are the only woman who will ever hold that title." I stopped, my breath hitching in my throat. I could almost smell her—that scent of rain and wild lilies that used to haunt my dreams.

Beta James was happy beyond words to fulfill this duty. He was also there when Maddox was crowned as the King of the supernatural world. And today, he was here with his Erasthai to witness my coronation. The gleeful faces of my friends’ gang fluttered my heart like butterfly wings when Alpha Derrick put the gold crown on my head, completing the ritual. “Alpha Shyla Miller, the Queen of the supernatural world, is a Fenrir Alpha wolf. Her coronation is the new beginning of peace and harmony. May heaven bless this sacred union of two living hearts in a fated mate-bond.”

Well, there was one way to find it. I pulled myself together, breathed a couple of times, and followed after the alpha. Flowers. Unending flowers. Then beautiful white-haired men hovering around the alpha and me. Their attention suddenly turned to me when they spotted me. One man's eyes nearly fell out of his socket. “Alpha! What is a woman doing here?” Glancing over his shoulders, Alpha Raphael watched me. “I bought her. You should be familiar with her. She is the queen of the kingdom of Vernice. The mate of the alpha king.”