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“It's not part of my policy to ask, so I don't care, as long as I get paid.” Classic Nora. She raised a brow. "Who are the targets?" "His parents, Olivia and Logan. Then his Luna, Alexei." Nora’s eyes glittered. "The Lycan king and his family… that's high risk. I’ll need triple my usual f*e." "Done." I affirmed. She quirked her brows at me. "Any margin for improvisation?" She asked. I smirked. "Always. But don’t mess this up. We can't afford to make a mistake."

The pregnant she-wolf didn't understand why her body was submitting to this woman. The council members and the priestess gulped as they could tell what was happening. “He married her, didn't he?” Elder Mackenzie sighed. “So? If she's his mate, then I don’t see the problem,” Elder Beres snickered. “But this isn't how then council do things!” Elder Natasha let out. "To my loyal followers and my friends from near and far," Kanyon greeted. "I present to you, my second-chance mate, my wife, and the queen of Lycania, Jessica Thorton- Coldblood."

“Even when you shouldn’t.” Demon tilts his head. “You’re not winning this one.” Sar doesn’t look at him. “I don’t need to. Nolan will.” The forest answers before anyone else can. A low vibration rolls through the ground, deep, resonant, ancient. Agnes. Not here. Not physically. But listening. Sar feels it. His posture shifts, tension bleeding in. Gaia closes her eyes briefly, then opens them. “The lycan-vampire queen is aware,” she says.

Come on, Ora, now is not the time for self pity, my subconscious nudges. The doors open and the girls primly file out. I take a deep breath and get in the line. It doesn’t matter If I want this or not, I need to be out of this room if I want to find a way out of here. I need to prove to the golden eyed stranger that I cannot be tamed. I WILL not be tamed, and neither will I be owned by anyone, human or Lycan. My name is Ora Devereaux, and I am a goddamn Queen.

It was old and leather-bound, the kind kept in a royal private library and handled with care. The cover was embossed with symbols she did not recognize and the pages were yellowed with age. Gianna opened it to the first page and read the inscription written in faded ink. To the Queen who will come after me. May you find strength in these words when the crown feels too heavy. She looked up at Alexandra. "What is this?" He took the book from her hands and examined it carefully. Then he went very quiet. "Papa?" "This belonged to the last Lycan Queen," Alexandra said. "Nolan's mother. It has not left the palace in forty years."

Today Nora was on holiday because of a few guests coming into her home. She recalled yesterday's conversation with Nora and couldn't help but gulp her saliva. The dark walker, Lyceon, was an original from the Royal Lycan blood. She was taught in her school classes about Lycans, the most powerful creatures, more powerful and muscular than werewolves and vampires and other creatures. They are like Kings of the Alpha kings and superior to all. They thought lycans had already vanished from the earth but until a decade ago When His brutality and notorious presence was spotted by few werewolves in the bloodbath around the world.

I wanted to pin her to the mattress and mark every inch of her scarred skin until she smelled like nothing but us. Fighting the mate bond was quickly turning into a waking nightmare. I was a Lycan King. Absolute control was the only thing that kept me sane. Yet, one look at Nora standing up to us, her chest heaving with defiance, and my control shattered into pieces. My brothers were barely holding it together either. We made a solid pact to treat her as nothing but a pawn. She was a tool to break the curse, nothing more. But my blood boiled with pure, unadulterated lust whenever she breathed in my direction. Lost in the chaos of my own mind, I almost walked right past the east wing corridor

All around her, warriors fought - wolves, men, creatures she couldn’t name. And in the center of it all stood a woman. Not just any woman. Nicola’s breath caught. The woman had her face. No. Not quite. The same high cheekbones. The same dark hair. But the eyes… the eyes were older, filled with something both terrifying and unbreakable. The First Lycan Queen. Nicola felt herself being pulled toward the vision, as if stepping into a memory that was not her own. The Queen was covered in blood, her body battered, but she stood tall. In her hand was a dagger, its blade dripping red as she faced an opponent cloaked in shadows.

I ask once I notice her frown. "I'm sad," She sighs, "Anaiah doesn't want to be my friend and was only using me to get this location, can you imagine?" She pouts, fixing her dress and sitting on the bed. Anaiah is the Queen of Lycans and is popular in the supernatural realm because of her story, her and her kind work, plus she's the first werewolf Queen. She is usually a topic of interest in the papers and gatherings. "Of course, she wants to find you guys. All you do is attack her people," I tell her sharply, and she squints her eyes,