The Divorced Military Queen Awakens Mga Nobela at Kwento

The child, pale and trembling on the infirmary bed, cried for both father and mother. I did not look back. Instead I instructed my adjutant to transfer her to the Royal Court’s Nocturne Ward for orphaned heirs, where her future could be evaluated without my interference. And then I authorized a Dominion-wide decree, extending through every allied Covenant and blood enclave, commanding that every resource be mobilized to locate Vivienne.

A sudden burst of energy leaped from me and Mathias, I felt my wolf’s presence and knew she was showing through my eyes, her energy strong and dominant as she, too, took her place as Queen, her spirit stretching out and connecting with other shifter counterparts. I looked at Mathias, his eyes, too, were glowing, a bright and cosmic silver. Through the bond, I could feel Arcas and Inanna welcoming their newfound positions. I was the Queen the Gods had destined me to be, and Mathias had become the King he was always going to be. A new King had risen and along with him came; the Rise of a Queen.

I lifted my finger and smoothed the from that was on his face, not stopping till his features relaxed and I had his full attention. “I like that all of us have our own responsibilities, that we all understand that our focus is needed elsewhere sometimes. I’m not the type of woman that needs my partner, well in this case partners, with me every moment of the day. You’re a member of the council, so is Kane as well as an Alpha, Brodryn is the royal guard, Cadmus is a king and Blaze has his vast business ventures. You all understand that as an Alpha on my own and soon enough a Queen that my attentions will be divided quite often. I could never be with someone who wanted me to be less than they w

He grins. “I am Akira Mair, Queen of the United Realms,” she mumbles, incoherently at first. “I am supported by higher realms.” He watched as she slowly regain her mental foundation. “I have a family that protects me, an army at my beck and call, and a man that loves me by my side. My past… is my weapon. Without my past, I would’ve never reached this pinnacle of greatness.” That’s my girl, he thought. Pride and love warm his heart as he withdraws from her mind and returns to his physical body, where he finds the sky getting more and more aggressive.

Dark armour, masked faces, blades gleaming with death. “No!” the queen roared, spreading her arms protectively in front of her daughter. She fought them, the memories were scattered. A flash of steel. A scream. A fall. The queen collapsed. Her silver hair spilled across the floor like a river of moonlight tainted with red. “Mama!” little Marhea shrieked. She ran to her mother, cradling her shoulders. The queen’s lips moved faintly. “Live… my child.” Then her eyes went still. The hall shook again as enemies poured in. Someone grabbed Marhea from behind, lifting her. She screamed, kicked, clawed but arms wrapped around her, fierce and protective.

Megan felt warm inside, “you two are promising young and single ladies. You can’t spend your lives being my ladies.” She loved the idea of being with Brianna and Rosetta. It made her feel less alone. “I don’t even know my plans after my divorce. I’m no longer queen, there is no reason for you two to remain with me.” Brianna entered the room, “I apologize for eavesdropping, Luna but we do not care. We will live with you under a tree if we had to!” “Yes! I don’t even want to get married to some smelly noble! I want to remain with my queen and Brianna!”

“Excuse me, your majesty.” The Queen turns back to maid, but before she can signal for the girl to speak, a beta appears, announcing that Mina has awakened and is looking for the Queen. Queen Elara is off in a flash. Iris, Cedric, Viola, and Adrian follow after. The guest room that Mina has been put in is quiet when they enter. The Queen is sat on the edge of the bed, stroking Mina’s hair and murmuring to her with motherly concern.

The queen always has answers and solutions to his problems, he knows that she is still grieving of the death of her daughter but he can't grieve too, he doesn't want any harm to befall his son in any way. Queen Suna giggled, bit her lower lip and moaned in pleasure as she rode the soldier beneath her, her moans filled the room. "You are just so good,' she whispered in his ears and laughed satisfyingly, her eyes rolled as he placed his tongue on her erect nipples and squeezed the other with his hand. Filled with great excitement, with a little scream, Queen Suna rode the soldier like the whore she is, her lips all over his as she made him breathless and earn for more, his manhood, hard, stron

The conquest was complete. ******************** She stirred beneath my gaze, a soft, disoriented moan escaping her lips. Queen Emilia Clarke, the sovereign of a broken kingdom, lay in a state of beautiful ruin. A few minutes had passed since her surrender at the dinner table, a few minutes I had spent simply watching her. Her chest rose and fell in a ragged rhythm, her eyes fluttering open to find me still standing over her, my shadow a possessive blanket across her form. In her dazed, glassy eyes, I saw the last vestiges of the old monarch dissolve into the raw, primal awareness of the woman who now belonged to me.

“Their PR department is overwhelmed, and other departments have been pulled in to help. Even their CEO had to rush out to deal with clients. Something about orders being canceled.” Hearing this, Damon couldn’t suppress the proud smile creeping onto his face. His ex-wife really was full of surprises. If she’d been like this back when they were married, their divorce would’ve never happened. “President, do you think Miss Queen is possessed or something? How could she change so drastically after divorcing you? Or maybe you just hurt her too deeply?” Damon’s face darkened at Kin’s teasing remark, which reminded him of the things he’d done to Hazel in the past.