Novel & Cerita The Queen's Restraint Full Story

Then, King Dominick approached the Prime Minister and he thought that he’d receive a punch but unexpectedly the Queen did it, breaking two ribs on the lift and punching right up on his jaw. Reid swore that he could hear the cracks in the bones. The Queen was petite, but she was strong. She was an assassin before she was married to the King. “Do you all need a drink?” Duke Paxton asked. “I love to but I have to check on my people,” Reid said as he looked at his father. “We need to do some cutting as well,” Areston mumbled as he bowed at the Duke. “We will be heading first, your grace.”

Nothing else mattered except for Queen. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” She screams at him while fighting the restraints, her body pulling off the bed. There is no give with her restraints. Any efforts to break free will be for nothing. All she was doing was burning energy. “Oh, how I love it when they squirm for me.” He then strikes her legs with the leather belt, and you can see the welt appear on her thigh. “You are so dead when I get out of here.” My Queen snarls at him, looking at him with hate and disgust.

she stood up and continued, "this man's life depends on him. Should he answer my questions properly, perhaps I could let him go. But if he fails, I shall execute him right here today." She sauntered towards Jake and stopped just two metres to him. "You good for nothing fool, do you admit that you entered the Princess room and tried to violate her?" 'What? Violate her?' Jake couldn't believe his ears. 'Did she mean that I had raped the Princess?' "What do you mean vio-" "Shut up!" The Queen Mother raised her voice in dissatisfaction and anger. "You answer only with a 'yes' or 'no' got it?" The guards jerked Jake up aggressively when they noticed the Queen Mother's rage.

"Raver no!" I shrieked but my cries fell on deaf eyes as he landed on Kai, fully intending to claw his way beneath his skin. But that didn't happen. Before he could do any lethal damages, Hunter and Leo yanked him off and slammed him into the ground, pinning him in place. Raver thrashed about but he fail to break free of the two warriors that restrain him. "There will be order in my court!" The Queen shouted and the whole room grew quiet. She radiated immense power, which could be why not a soul moved. Not even Raver as she made her way towards him.

AUTHOR Reed Borne made sure to wait outside for the queen for as long as he needed to. He had seen the look in her eyes when he confronted her about fulfilling her end of the bargain. She looked… awfully dismissive, to say the least. He chuckled and shook his head in disbelief. There was absolutely no way the queen would go back on her words. Not when she was awfully aware of how much he knew, how much he had done. All he needed to do was give evidence to the RIGHT people, and she would be done for.

She says with a small giggle. "You will stop second guessing your abilities to lead and you will rule right beside your mate. That is an order." She jokes with a hint of seriousness. I nod and smile up at her. She holds her hand out and a golden staff apears. I immediately bow down and she dubs me Queen of werewolves by tapping the staff on both of my shoulders. "I now dub thee Mackenzie Roseline Lathen as Queen of werewolves and Luna of the royal pack. Do you accept?" She asks and I look up at her.

“What do you want to do?” Victor spoke domineeringly; beneath his cold exterior, his emotions had long been stirred into turmoil by the young woman. “I… I don’t know… I’m so hot…” She felt as if a fire were burning inside her; her whole body was scorching hot. She twisted restlessly, her hands frantically tugging at her thin clothes. “Help me…” Her slender hands hooked around the collar of her white blouse, feebly trying to undo it, but her dazed mind caused her pale fingers to tangle with the black buttons.

Against all odds. But holding is not the same as winning. And eventually, they could not hold anymore. I turned the page. And found a portrait. Just a sketch, really. Pen and ink. Faded with age. A woman. She was not young in the portrait, but she was not old either. She was somewhere in between, in that particular place where a person stops looking like what they were and starts looking like what they are. Her hair was loose. Her expression was not afraid. Mira. Last Queen of the Witch Covens. Keeper of the High Flame. Killed in the forty-third year of the Crimson War by Aldric the Elder, great-great-grandfather of the current Alpha King.

“Well let me see if I can smooth things out. Saraya was not aware of my presence when I first arrived but was a most gracious hostess.” “Stop talking.” Trick’s words were spoken with such authority that caused Hail to flinch, his haughty look wavering. “You deliberately disobeyed a direct order that was intended to keep your future Queen, my wife, MY MATE, safe. Give me one good reason right not why I shouldn’t separate your veins and arteries from your body and drink your blood on my birthday for the rest of my life?” I gasped and looked at Trick. His face was unreadable and he sat with one hand resting on the butter knife on the table.

When Queen stopped hearing her footsteps, she turned and stared at her in surprise. Q shook her head, "No, I don't think I can help you anymore." She wanted to leave her behind, but Ashton's girlfriend begged, "Please, please, I'm begging you, don't leave me here, please. I don't want to die." Queen sighed in frustration and walked back. She stared at the trap and shook her head. She knew that trying to save the lady was going to cost them both their lives because even if she got free, she would not be able to run.