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I touched my neck—the scent-masker was hot, vibrating against my skin. I was winning. I was breaking him. But as I looked at my children sleeping peacefully, I realized the terrifying truth: Silas wasn't just losing his company. He was losing his life. And the only thing that could save the Lycan King was the very woman he had cast out to die. I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands shaking. I had come for revenge, but I hadn't realized that watching him die would feel like dying all over again.

With the weight of the crown resting upon her head, Uriah, the newly crowned Lycan queen, found herself immersed in a whirlwind of responsibilities. As the sun rose on her first day as queen, she stood before the assembled pack, her voice resolute and commanding. "My fellow Lycans," she began, her tone filled with a mixture of determination and compassion, "I stand before you today as your queen, ready to shoulder the burden of leadership. It is with great honor that I accept this role, and I vow to serve you all with unwavering dedication."

She couldn’t show weakness. “You misunderstand,” the Queen murmured. “I do not need to take your body.” Her golden gaze burned into Lyra’s. “I am already inside it.” The words sent an icy wave of dread crashing through her. Lyra’s pulse quickened. She hadn’t defeated her. She hadn’t pushed her out. The First Lycan Queen was still here. Inside her. Waiting. Watching. Lyra forced her breathing to steady. She couldn’t panic. She wouldn’t panic.

He looks like war and temptation decided to make a child together. But it’s his eyes that stop me cold. Goddess, his sharp eyes are violet, burning with authority. There’s only one bloodline in existence with that color. The Royal Lycans. Nikola’s voice trembles inside me. “Mate.” For the first time in the past four years I've been a rogue, I don’t know what the hell to say. The word knocks the air from my lungs. For the first time in four years of running, I can’t think. I can’t breathe.

they howled. "See, we told you, you could do it," they said, mind-linking me. "You will be a great queen." The howling took a long time before it went silent. The Lycan queen stood up. "That's my sons' mate and my daughter. I'm well pleased with her. She will become your queen and lead you as I do," she announced. "I, Mia Blake Jones, hereby declare Anne Hill as the queen of the Lycans." I was shocked. I looked at my mates' faces. They were shocked as well. I slowly looked at the Lycan king's face.

But then, watching the same people over and over again gets boring overtime. Diving into the book, I reopen to one of my favorite parts of the lycan battles. It is the chapter where the lycan king was brought to his knees by the queen, and makes she him beg her for his life. He wasn’t expecting her, or that she would even do something like that. It is what makes me like it more. I feel like I relate to the queen well. She has always been undermined and underrated, then she wound her full potential and—

She asked, "Playing?" "No, we haven't been playing," I said to her, "for some reason, I don't think she's ready for marriage. I don't even think she's ready to be claimed by me." "You're a Lycan now, right?" She asked me. "Yes, my queen." "And the Alpha of the Maelstrom kingdom as well, right?" "That's correct, my queen." "Then why is it difficult for you to make a move at a lady whom you've spent a good time of your life getting close with?" She asked.

The very stone beneath their feet seemed to tremble beneath the force of it. Aliyah did not move. The Shaman lowered the crown and placed it gently on her head. The weight of it landed softly, but its meaning struck hard. Queen. When the Shaman stepped back, the silence shattered. The voices around her rose louder. A thousand howls joined as one. It was a cry of loyalty, a song of the old ways. Aliyah stood tall beneath it all, the crown gleaming against her dark hair. She was now Queen of the Lycans.

But beneath that fury, I saw something else. Shock. Desire. Fear. Good. Ryker’s hand ghosted over the small of my back, just enough to make a statement. “Ready to set the kingdom on fire?” he murmured, smirking.“More than ever,” I replied.We strode forward together, a united front, every step a defiance. The councilman at the entrance cleared his throat.“Alpha Lucas… meet the Lady Clara Ravenshade—future Queen of the Lycans.”The silence was absolute.Lucas didn’t move. Didn’t blink. His jaw clenched so tightly I thought his teeth might crack.“I thought you were dead,” he growled at last, his voice low, hoarse.“I was,” I said, lifting my chin. “But death spat me out.”Lucas stepped closer, eyes

He took the empty stool beside me. For some reason, talking to him felt easy. Natural. We exchanged jokes. Traded sarcastic remarks. And for the first time all night, I found myself genuinely smiling. The stranger eventually lifted his glass. "Darius." I blinked. "Darius?" "Darius Draven." The name hit me immediately. My eyes widened. Everyone knew that name. The Lycan King. The most powerful Lycan alive. Darius seemed to notice my surprise. "That look never gets old."