Their Beautiful Broken Queen Novels & Stories

‘I’m not ill Luca’ She snapped at him when he tried to insist she go back, ‘It was all my own fault, I got what I deserved but I am fine now so stop fussing’ She wasn’t ‘fine’ at all. it seemed the whole experience had drawn the life from her, the essence that was her was broken. She was quiet and biddable, doing whatever she was told without question, she never argued and never answered back anymore. One of the Capos summed it up perfectly,

Every instinct screamed not to give this woman more ammunition. She tilted her head, her smile sharpening. “No matter. Whether you remember or not, your place remains the same—beneath me.” The words landed like a brand against my skin. And though confusion and fear churned in my chest, something else rose with it—anger. Because whoever this queen was, she had been broken. Bruised. Forced into silence. Surrounded by cruelty disguised as loyalty. But me? I wasn’t built to bow. I met the woman’s gaze, my voice steady despite the tremor in my hands. “We’ll see about that.”

Of the mortal realm burning while I stood untouchable above it all. In the visions, I was magnificent. Terrible and beautiful and absolutely without mercy. Queens didn't beg for love, they commanded it. Queens didn't wait for rescue they rescued themselves. Queens didn't forgive those who hurt them, they destroyed them so completely that the very memory of their existence became a cautionary tale. I could be that queen. I could be unstoppable. All I had to do was let go of the last pieces of who I used to be. The pendant whispered its agreement, and for the first time in days, I smiled.

Sad. "I am the one who began this," she says. "I am the Moon Queen. And I am the reason my descendants must die." The hole begins to close. The stars fade. The voice grows distant. "Find the Crown of Broken Moons," she whispers. "Before the hunters find her again. Find it, or watch your mate become the death of everything you love." The hole seals. I am alone in a room of rot and feathers. I stand. My legs shake. My hands shake. Everything shakes.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” “You won’t.” “You don’t know that!” He reached for her hand. “Perhaps not. But I know you.” For a moment, the queen’s silver eyes softened. Then she looked down at their joined hands. Something like grief crossed her face. “Love,” she whispered. “The one weakness that has ruined every ruler who ever possessed power.” She pulled away. “No more.” The silver light exploded. Karl was thrown to the floor, and the ancient queen rose into the air. A crown of black diamonds appeared above her head, while the shattered crowns across the chamber began to reform around her.

The room fell silent. Because the truth was impossible to ignore. Queen had changed. Not overnight. Not suddenly. Slowly. Piece by piece. Grace sat back down. Then reached for Queen’s face. Holding it gently. “My beautiful girl.” Queen immediately looked away. The compliment felt foreign. Uncomfortable. Grace noticed that too. And it broke her heart. “When was the last time someone called you beautiful?” Queen didn’t answer. Because she couldn’t remember. Grace closed her eyes briefly. Then looked toward Ava.

The woman once again gazed intently at her reflection. “You are still beautiful! No matter what.” She consoled herself. The agony of that experience was too difficult to handle. Sofia wanted to cease thinking about her past but it continued haunting her. Even though she already changed her name just to forget who she truly was, but she could not deny the truth that she was Clarissa Gonzales, the infamous beauty queen who was dethroned, maligned, and was defamed by the public due to a scandal that ruined everything about her.

I whispered to myself staring at her thin, lean but clean and beautiful hand, threading her fingers with mine and imprinting every little detail of it to memory. “I don’t know how to deal with them. I don’t know how to take care of them. They are so broken that I can’t even recognize them. Heck, I am barely hanging on myself.” I shook my head and stared at her face. She just laid there with her eyes closed, face so beautiful like she had just dropped straight from the skies.

I corrected him, and he laughed. "From today until my last breath for me, you are my Queen," he said, looking at me and promising me with his eyes. "But you will always be my Beast," I promised.

He's the one Alpha Noah is not afraid of. He knows what his mate can do to him because he's an Alpha. He has the ability to use the Alpha command on him. He can command him to hold still while he has his way with him, something he's experienced many times. ‘An Alpha did that to me. He broke me until there was nothing left. He took my innocence at the fucking age of eight! He beat me and broke my bones so many times I lost count. He kept me in a dark room, chained me, and left me hanging there. He didn't just break my body, he broke my spirit and took everything from me until there was nothing left, and I could barely lift my head, let alone drag myself to the corner to use the bathroom like