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Something inside Adelaide lurched, her breath catching as the words struck deeper than they should have, as though they had found something already waiting beneath the surface, something buried not by time, but by necessity. “That’s not possible,” she said, but the certainty wasn’t there anymore, the protest weaker than she intended, her voice thinning at the edges as doubt threaded through it like fracture lines. “I would know if—” “You would not.” The Queen raised her hand, the gesture slow and deliberate, flame curling from her palm in soft, spiralling patterns that hovered between them like fragments of an unfinished prophecy. Each curl of fire moved with intention, not chaos, as though

“But my name is already written.” Cassian moved closer. “What else does it say?” I read the words. THE FIRST QUEEN. THE LAST QUEEN. THE QUEEN WHO RETURNS. My breath caught. “The Queen who returns.” Cassian looked at me. “That sounds like your second life.” “No.” Alaric shook his head. “It’s more than that.” He turned the page. There was an illustration. A woman standing beneath a red moon. Behind her was a burning kingdom. Beside her stood a king.

“Next you’ll say you’re communing with the spirits of sweaty warriors past.” I placed a dramatic hand over my heart. “You mock me, but I’m manifesting. One day, I’ll live in a castle with silken sheets and gold floors that clean themselves. There’ll be no mopping. Just gowns. And my prince charming will bring me breakfast in bed.” “Selene,” Liora deadpanned, “you’re an omega in Moonbane Pack, not a Disney princess.” “Yet,” I said, wagging my mop handle at her. “Y-e-t.”

The general looked like she was sure the queen was in Silvergate. If… Richard blanched at the reminder of the things he had done to her. His hands grew damp as he shook his head vigorously. “No, that is not possible. You are mistaken. She is a rogue. A nobody with no pack or wolf.” He struggled to keep his smile in place as he pointed at Adolphus. “You have heard of the queen's exploits. She singlehandedly dealt with the vampires on many occasions. Tell me you believe a wolfless rogue can do that.”

Many were moved to tears, agreeing that the latter chapters were brilliant, and even more heart-wrenching than the previous ones. Soft sobs started to ripple through the crowd until someone with sharp eyes froze mid-scroll. “Wait a minute… What’s this on Chapter 98, page three? Why do the first letters of each line spell out… Ruby Quinn is the real plagiarist?” The entire hall fell into stunned silence. A voice quickly followed: “Holy shit, it’s real! I thought it was weird when a random character named ‘Queenie’ popped up out of nowhere. Is this the real author’s hidden message?”

The cold had settled into her bones, creeping inward from the ground beneath her, numbing her fingers first, then her arms, then deeper still. She tried to move. Nothing responded. Not her hands, not her legs—not even her voice. Somewhere inside her, a command formed, desperate and sharp: get up. But it never reached her body. It dissolved before it could become action, swallowed by the growing quiet. Sound came and went in strange, broken pieces. The wind through the trees—too distant. Leaves shifting—too loud, then gone entirely. Her own heartbeat—irregular, dragging, then suddenly pounding so hard it echoed painfully in her ears before fading again.

The heavy implication wasn’t lost on me, especially when she called me ‘Queen’, saying she’s here for when I’m ready to open up about everything before retiring for the night. I was left with my jaw on the ground, but I shook myself out of it and scoffed, mumbling that’s never going to happen because I’m sick of talking about my abuse thanks to those meetings. Never fucking helped me, so what’s the point? Plus, this Queen shit is getting real old. Another thing that’s never going to happen. I see she’s just as delusional as the others, but at least she’s nice and kind enough to let us stay here. Plus, I could learn a little more about my mother before it’s my time to physically meet her when

My violet eyes were glowing with a fierce, predatory light. Antonio thought he was seducing a pariah. Mia thought she was fighting a monster. They were both right. But they had no idea that the Queen was back. And she was going to take her throne back, one broken piece at a time. I pushed open the door to the study, ready to begin the slow, agonizing process of stripping Antonio Rossi of everything he owned. Starting with his soul.

Jane asked, with the pure black ore held in her hand. "It's okay, I guess." The Queen pulled her hand back from Erebus's head, which then fell again because he just doesn’t have ANY energy left, "More fun then." But instead of a smile, the Queen said that with a vicious tone, staring at Jane. And Jane didn't even notice. She opened the book and put it on the table, in the circle of the three item she just took out of the box, and then took a step aside and waited for the Queen.

I said nodding towards a sleeping Alida and Ray lifted an eyebrow at me. “Just by judging this note, it is a female obviously as you said, but it’s got to be someone who’s close to the King in order for her to think that the crown belongs to her. Evidently she’s believed for who knows how many years, that she was next in line to be Queen, but by what means of becoming Queen is unknown.” Ray blabbered on while staring at the note again. “What do you mean by “means” exactly?” I asked.