The Divorced Military Queen Awakens の小説・ストーリー

This works out well because my other secret wants to stay hidden. And this secret also likes being a pain in my ass. As I head down the stairs and enter the ground-floor apartment, the first thing I hear is her voice. “So?” I close the door behind me before turning to meet her gaze. “The Queen has awakened but not at full strength. However, she still has no idea.” “That's okay, we have time. Meanwhile, it’s time to start putting things in motion and end this bullshit regime.” She says with a feral grin, rocking in her chair.

“Little did I know that Desmond was in for my money and never loved me.” “ After we got married, my father reluctantly gave me a few shares. Not long after, my mother died in a car crash and the shock pushed my father into a coma. He never woke up.” “Suddenly the mansion felt empty, accounts frozen, the calls stopped and everything that was once mine was gone.” “I did everything in secret to elevate Desmond through my design skills but instead of a reward, I got a divorce, betrayal, and nearly died. My third wedding anniversary was the night everything went wrong in my life because I found out the truth and wanted to fight back.”

She scoffs. I raise an eyebrow. “You are mated to three Kings, my love. That makes you Queen in three different Realms.” A flush heats her cheeks, she whispers oh softly, hiding her face in my chest. “You’ll get used to it, I promise.” “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to being treated like a Queen.” Jamari mumbles into my chest, getting chuckles out of everyone in the room.

The Alpha King’s voice still reverberated off the marble, but the rest of the world had gone muffled. Evelyn. My wife. The woman who had kissed me like I was the only thing she wanted in the world. She was royalty this whole time. And she never told me. I had thought we could rebuild and start again, sculpt a new life from the ashes of this war and our previous attempts, but now I realized that she had been a stranger to me all along. Emma snorted beside me, her eyes glittering like ice. “So the little healer was actually the crown jewel,” she said under her breath. “Figures. I suppose it all makes sense now.”

I controlled my breathing, still pretending to be unconscious, even when I felt Zane pick up my hand and cradle it in his. “Is there any way to wake her up?” the King asked. Again, I opened my mouth to tell them that I was already awake, but I was glad I didn’t, based on what the doctor said next. “Well,” the doctor sighed. “If you are her mate, perhaps you could try the ancient method to wake up your mate.” The ancient method? Again, my heart raced. “Take off your clothes and your mate’s…” Before I could finish listening to Dr. Devonworth's explanation, a dizzy sensation swept over me, and I slipped back into darkness...

I turned away because the sight nearly destroyed me. Mara’s voice was soft beside me as she spoke, “This is why we fight the application.” I wiped my face quickly. “Yes,” I said. The Iron Queen returned then. She was not cold and not empty. She was not armored against love. This was something else. A queen with flour on her sleeve, nausea in her throat, a child crying in her kitchen, and a man on his knees promising not to leave. A queen who finally understood that the throne was not power.

He was my only sanctuary, my only shield against the relentless humiliation of servitude. Before entering the mansion, I caught my reflection in a stagnant puddle. I possessed the ethereal beauty of my bloodline: porcelain skin and eyes that shimmered with an otherworldly light. But I was a broken version of a queen. My ribs jutted out from hunger, and my hands were thick with callouses from scrubbing floors. “Hurry up with those plates, Madeline!” Vivian, the head housekeeper, hissed as she shoved me aside. “Alpha James of the Northern Pack arrives tomorrow for Caleb’s ceremony banquet. If this mansion doesn't sparkle, you’ll be the one rotting in the dungeons!”

I glanced at the Queen, whose face remained impassive. "So you used me," Mora continued. "Gave me access. Made me your personal potionmaker. Let me tend to him knowing full well it would make her jealous. Knowing it would drive a wedge between them." She tilted her head. "You wanted that divorce finalized, didn't you?" The Queen's silence was damning. I felt something crack inside my chest. "Divorce?" I said, the word foreign on my tongue. "Rebecca and I... we were going to divorce?"