The Queens Restraint Novels & Stories

With a sweep of his large hand, the tightly fastened blouse was torn open in an instant, revealing her round, fair shoulders and white lace trim. It was Sarah’s bra strap. Before she could resist, the man gave it a sharp tug downward, and her breasts immediately bounced free of the bra, their fair, lustrous skin nearly blinding him. The bruises on them undoubtedly confirmed his suspicions. Adrian clearly understood what had happened. He asked directly, “Who… did… this?” He spoke each word almost through gritted teeth, squeezing them out between his teeth—a clear sign of just how overwhelming his possessiveness was and how furious he was at that moment.

The way her shoulders remain tense, held too tightly, as though her body has forgotten how to rest. The way she breathes. Controlled. But uneven. She knows. Not fully. But enough. Enough to understand that this moment cannot be undone. The hall is filled. Witnesses stand in silence along the walls. Nobles in polished garments. Guards standing rigid at their posts. Servants watching from shadows, their expressions filled with quiet sorrow. Her family watches. The Queen stands near the front, her face pale but steady. Her hands remain clasped tightly before her, knuckles white from pressure. Her father stands beside her, his expression carved into something unbreakable, but the tension in his

And that snapped me out of my soberness, and in his face, I snarled, “You're funny if you think I'll stand here to listen to you.” “Fine by me.” In a few seconds, he was behind me, pulling my hands behind my back, and soon enough, I felt the belt around my wrists. "Aren’t you lucky it isn't a real cuff?” “The hell are you doing?!” Adler tightened the makeshift restraints, his voice calm but determined. "Making sure you won't cause any more trouble. We’ll have that talk whether you like it or not." I struggled against the belt, but it held firmly. "You can't just tie me up like this!"

mí padre said. “We have an alliance in place,” I said. “Respectfully, her current last name isn’t as important to me as her future last name.” I took a step forward. “Sir, you know Jasmine’s worth. It’s why you keep her so very well protected.” I brought my right fist to my chest. “I will do the same. With me, she will be my queen.”

They all formed a closed circle around me so they could all hear me. “Ok I know they have one of the warriors on their team but it’s going to be ok. You know how I know?” I asked and they all shook their heads. “Because I’m the Queen remember? And you and you and you are all queens, and all you boys are the alphas.” I started to see smiles appear on across their faces. “Now last time I checked, Queens and Alphas outrank warriors right?” “YEAH!” They all shouted together.

I wanted to press her against the elevator wall, peel away these wet layers, and drive into her until she woke gasping my name. But restraint. Goddamn it. Restraint was the chain I wrapped around myself, links forged from years of calculated moves. I was the King of Kings, the shadow that owned this city. I didn't lose control. I didn't take what wasn't offered, not because of morality, but because ownership required consent to be true. To take her now, while she was broken and unconscious, would be a cheap theft. I wanted her surrender. I wanted the moment she realized she was mine and begged me to keep her.

he answered with a smirk and said, “It’s time we head down now, don’t you think? You’ve been hiding away for thirty minutes already.” “I am the Queen,” she answered as she walked through the door he opened. He quickly grabbed the ice bucket and handed it to the server waiting at the door for them. Alessandro lead Daphnée to the DJ booth. He took the microphone from him and tapped on it, gaining everyone’s attention with the awful sound it made. Everyone looked at the stage and saw this beautiful big lady with a glass of red wine in her hand and a smile on her face as she looked at Alessandro.

“Your efforts are worthless. You’ll never break it.” His words just made me that much more determined and I pulled harder on the chain, using every last ounce of strength I had. I could hear, rather than see his grin. “Galvanized steel, anti-magic restraints I believe was the description I was given.” “Who the fuck are you anyway?” I spat. “Now, now is that very lady like? I thought Queens were supposed to have a bit more couth.” “Yea well I thought only cowards sent people to kidnap people in their sleep rather than doing their dirty work themselves.”

"I-It's the queen. Her Majesty said that the horses and riding gear in the royal stable are limited. Only concubines participating in the polo tournament may enter, and only with her permission…" "Outrageous!" Helena's gaze grew colder. That vile Wendy! Since when did she have the authority to give such orders? The steward lowered his head even further, almost trembling. "Her Majesty made this decision for the safety of the concubines. Lady Helena, I am merely following orders. Please don't make things difficult for me. Without the queen's approval… Unless His Majesty grants permission, I truly cannot open the doors for you." The queen was someone the steward could not afford to offend, but

“Si.” “What about our children?” “Well, our first daughter is promised to Dmitri Orlov who is keeping my throne warm as we speak. Our sons will just have to learn how to play nicely and share. Per favore, Leo…. Don’t fight me on this.” “You do realise that the title Defiant Queen is so fitting for you?” His voice softens, followed by the look in his eyes. It’s almost like he is proud of me for following my heart. “So, does that mean the boy can stay with us?” Hope lines my voice.