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“Before I tell you, you must know that whatever the outcome, one thing is for certain. I will go down in flames or die trying to save us. We need to take every risk necessary to reach our endgame.” “And what exactly is our end game here, Leo?” Since the moment I first saw her, I have concealed a dark secret behind the facade of trying to be her hero. The heart of the now-defiant Queen may belong to someone else... But the truth is, Zeynep Volkov belongs to me and I will reduce cities to soot and ash to claim what is rightfully mine. No matter what it takes. I'll make her mine. If I have to wait... Kill for her... Slay her dragons... I will.

She lifts her body to its full height, staring down her nose at me the best her smaller frame will allow. A snort moves past my lips as I cross my arms over my chest, relaxing my weight against one hip. “You were never a true Queen of the Witches.” I tell her, disdain dripping from my voice. “A true Queen would never turn her back on her subjects. And a real wife would never betray her husband.”

I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.

But then, watching the same people over and over again gets boring overtime. Diving into the book, I reopen to one of my favorite parts of the lycan battles. It is the chapter where the lycan king was brought to his knees by the queen, and makes she him beg her for his life. He wasn’t expecting her, or that she would even do something like that. It is what makes me like it more. I feel like I relate to the queen well. She has always been undermined and underrated, then she wound her full potential and—

The writings were a bit faded, but the words were still clear and legible. Her eyes scanned the message hungrily. On the edge of the silver moon, a prodigy arose. A terror that would etch her name in the corners of the earth and bring the Almighty to their knees. She shall bring great men to their knees and lay waste to their empires, for her strength is not earthly, But born of intertwined magic. As the one had found a mate, power was imbued. She would be feared by all but afraid of none. With eyes that glow like a full moon and a howl that shakes the earth, She will lead armies to victory, And reign with power and majesty.

A sudden burst of energy leaped from me and Mathias, I felt my wolf’s presence and knew she was showing through my eyes, her energy strong and dominant as she, too, took her place as Queen, her spirit stretching out and connecting with other shifter counterparts. I looked at Mathias, his eyes, too, were glowing, a bright and cosmic silver. Through the bond, I could feel Arcas and Inanna welcoming their newfound positions. I was the Queen the Gods had destined me to be, and Mathias had become the King he was always going to be. A new King had risen and along with him came; the Rise of a Queen.

I manage. My voice fails. She kneels in front of me. "You could have been," she says quietly. That hurts more than the wound. My vision fades. And in that fading… I see it. She is something the packs will follow. Something inevitable. A Queen. Not by birth. Not by claim. But by becoming. My last breath leaves me with a thought I never imagined I would have. “She really was the stronger one.” Darkness takes me. And for the first time… I stop fighting.

I can finally escape this place and create a new breed of warriors imbued by magic. The wind lightly tosses my captive’s stark white hair, and I’m thrilled the strategy worked. It’s taken years of planning to get to this moment, and now I have my reward. The Queen of the Shifters is mine and the main component of everything. Her beauty enchants me, cupping her face in my hand as she stirs. A deep inhale of her scent tells me her soft floral essence is changing.

Each possessed beauty capable of captivating kingdoms. Yet beauty wasn't what made them dangerous. Power was. Evelina controlled ice. Celeste manipulated shadows. Morgana possessed powerful blood magic. Each queen had earned her place beside the king through strength. Not affection. Not romance. Strength. They approached the throne confidently. Unlike everyone else in the room. "Another wife?" Evelina asked. "Again?" Lucien leaned back. "You're all behaving as though this is unexpected." "It is annoying," Celeste corrected. Morgana laughed softly.

Emma, Dave, and I stood around as I flipped the first page. ’To my beloved Alana, my best friend, my wolf' My eyes widened as realization hit. The queen's name wasn't on the book because she was the one who had written it. Page after page spoke of her affection for Alana, her powers, her strength, and everything she had done for the queen. ”I’m not sure whether to think this is cute or creepy,” Dave said and winced. A vicious growl escaped me without my consent and the pages of the book flipped one by one quickly without anyone touching them.