The Rejected Queen
“Twenty-six packs, twenty-six seats. You will sit here, not as rivals clawing at scraps, but as voices bound together. A council not to hoard power, but to guide it.”
The scarred Alpha, the one who had bent first to her vow last night, inclined his head. “And your word, Queen? Where will it stand among ours?”
Rayna’s lips curved - not a smile, not exactly. A blade’s edge. “I will not be a queen who rules from shadows or silence. I will lead this council with Damon at my side. Our word will guide, but not smother. The council is not a leash. It is the spine of this kingdom. Break it, and everything falls. And as Goddess said, we can't afford to be divided.”
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