While She Wore My Crown I Left With His Heir Novels & Stories

A sound that said _you came for what’s mine_. I held Elias tighter, his small body trembling against the silk of my coronation gown. Gold thread. Stitched with moonflowers. A gown I never thought I’d wear. A title Kade stole from me when he chose Arianna. A crown Darius gave back without asking for anything but _us_. I pressed my back to the wood, as if I could hold the war out with my spine alone. As if my body could be the shield between my son and the male who threw him away.

"Once the proud, untouchable Alpha Heir is legally stripped of her Vanguard alliance... once she steps onto the sacred, neutral territory of the summit grounds, Kaelen loses his legal right to defend her. She becomes a stateless, unprotected rogue." I leaned forward over the table, my voice dropping into a lethal, finalized hiss. "She thinks she is completely untouchable because she wears a Luna's heavy crown. But my elite assassins will already be embedded deep in the neutral shadows. They will slaughter her like a helpless sheep right there on the sacred stones, while her feral husband is legally forced to sit and watch. And when her blood pools on the floor... the continent will have abso

Ian pushed himself up. "I'm fine." Hope looked at me. "Mom isn't." The little girl stood beside her. "She's fighting." I stared at them. Something inside my chest twisted. I could hear another voice inside my mind. Take the crown. I squeezed my eyes shut. "No." Take it. "No." The voice laughed. You wore it before. I grabbed the crown. My fingers trembled. Then I pulled it from my head. The moment it left me, the chamber shook. The woman behind the door screamed.

My gaze veers to my brother Cameron who nods, signaling me to get Camilla. I don't hesitate, I'm walking to her before he exits the room, finding her and Clarissa in a conversation about cookies and milk. “Hello, sorry to interrupt this vital conversation.” I tease, earning a laugh from Clarissa and a slight smile from Camilla. “Beautiful Crown Sheryl, it really screams 'Queen,' I love it.” Clarissa grins. “Thank you,” I tell her. My hands reaching for my crown to adjust it, “It belonged to my sister.” I tell her, my gaze turning to Camilla discreetly licking chocolate off the ginger biscuits. “Phoenix Alpha,”

All I hear is, "By the power vested upon me, you will become the queen of Evergreen, from today until forever!" A maid removes my crown and my father stands up. He walks next to the high priest. The priest takes a few steps back and my father takes the queen's crown. Gently, he crowns me with it and says, "I am so proud of you!" I force a smile and curtsy as father nods and goes back into his place. I face the crowd once and for all. The high priest announces, "Ladies and Gentlemen, Children, world-- help me welcome the new Queen of Evergreen, Aurora Wintershade!"

As she lifts it, the polished jewels on the crown catch the sunlight, scattering a kaleidoscope of colors across the room. Rancel speaks softly. “How easily this happiness has come to me. To think that I'm about to become queen, following in mother's footsteps.” With a delicate grace, Rancel places the crown on her head, adjusting it until it sits perfectly. She admires herself in the mirror, a radiant smile gracing her lips.

Her crown fell to the marble floor with a clear clang, there seems also to be a clanging sound of someone's sword falling to the ground outside the palace gates. The deep red gem on the crown shattered and scattered. Warm blood down the steps on the cold ground, slowly spreading, reminiscent of the shallow creek she used to play in barefoot as a child. This golden hall of Avalon became her grave, swallowing her bones, burying her life. Outside, the sun shone on the snow, melting it bit by bit…

But my heart, my wolf…she’s not who we want. Jafeth walks behind her, avoiding my gaze because he’s a guilty traitor. She stands at my side, a warm smile on her face. I only nod in response. I can’t find the tiniest bit of strength to stretch my lips into a smile. I’m not happy. Period. “The crown please,” Kalem says. Shyra walks with the crown on the plush cushion to the podium and hands it over to me. My whole body tenses when I take the crown, heart pounding wildly in my chest.

Footsteps thundered up the stairs. Margaret burst in, her eyes instantly turning venomous when she saw Isabella on the floor. "You bitch!" Margaret pointed at me. "You want to get rid of Isabella's child so your little bastard can be the only heir? I never should have let you stay in this attic!" "I didn't push her!" "She tried to push me down the stairs!" Isabella wailed. Margaret immediately took out her phone. "Dr. Johnson? Get to the Blackwood estate. Now."

“To pay someone a visit.” “Who?” Julian hesitated. Then he said it: “Dominic Crane’s daughter.” Aiden looked stunned. “Crane has a daughter?” Julian nodded. “She’s not on the books. She lives abroad. But she visits under aliases. I caught a glimpse of her once, at Harold’s birthday gala. She’s the only person he keeps off the chessboard.” “Why?” Clarissa asked. “Because she’s his queen,” Julian said. “And if I’m right, she’s the key to unlocking how deep this goes.”