Novel & Cerita While She Wore My Crown I Left With His Heir

War broke... People from different places fought untamed. All of them were fighting, just for the said ownerless and unseen Royal Crown. This certain Crown was left unworn since the last Royal Family of the Kingdom was assassinated by an unknown force, only after the youngest Royal Family member was born. It was said that they acquire unstoppable and unspecified sovereignty over all other kingdoms, which is said to be the main motive for the Royal Family's assassination.

My mate extracted his fangs and I imitated his actions, licking his blood off his neck. "Look like you've become my forever too, Zachary." I whispered, declaring full ownership of the man that was destined to be mine. The crowd erupted but instead of focusing on them, my eyes simply searched for my parents and Basil. They were smiling at me just like everyone else and there was Opaline holding a beautiful pillow similar to the one I was made to carry during Ilvura's coronation. If only I could avoid wearing that crown...just if. Clearly, I admired the crown back then but that has changed now. I didn't want to be crowned Luna with the same Crown that was given to Ilvira.

That’s probably something I should know. “Raya will lead us out of hiding, and reign alongside our Alpha her fated mate. Never in history has our Alpha been mated to the Queen. Together they will unite our pack further, and give us strength unlike ever before.” Garret stepped forward at the moment, presenting me with a crown crafted of moonstone and silver. The crown shimmered with the moon’s radiance, feeling heavy upon my head, in more ways than one. I scanned the crowd again, looking for my grandfather’s light silver hair. Again, I was unable to spot him. The feeling in my gut stirred further, causing me to worry that something terrible had happened to him.

His father said and a cute crown was brought forth, he took it from it laid, and a mic was brought to his mouth again. “Omega Zara Lethal of the werewolf and Lycan has been crowned as the Queen of Lycans and werewolves.” His father placed the crown on my head. “I OBJECT TO THAT CROWN!” A loud voice resonated through the entire hall. “Ezra, what's wrong with your friend?” His father asked, I was also thinking the same thing, it seems she has lost her mind. “That crown belongs to me because I’m carrying the heir to the throne.” My heart skipped a beat when and said that, the heir throne?

Laughter, music, and polite clinking of glasses filled the space, but all of it blurred when I saw her, Avery. There she was. Laughing. Smiling. Glowing. Draped in elegance and adorned in that dark velvet gown that hugged her body like it was sewn from royalty itself, her starlight-white hair cascading down her back in soft waves. The crown on her head, the Alpha’s King family heirloom crown, I’d recognize it anywhere, glinted like it had finally found its rightful owner. And beside her, Kaiden… the terrifying, cold-hearted Alpha King, smiling like he’d found paradise.

Jedidiah? Someone suddenly pushed past me and I almost fell If I hadn't stood my ground, only for me to watch as Jedidiah cat walked towards the throne. Her outfit, unlike the suit I had worn was a skimpy revealing gown with pink stiletto heels. She sat down proudly on the throne and right before my very eyes, my father lifted the crown- MY crown and placed it right on her head. The crowd resumed cheering, but this time it wasn't as cheerful and loud as it was before. Infact, it felt like they were being forced to give the mandatory standing ovation.

A voice thundered deep as earth. “The Heir takes the Crown, the Vow awakens.” John staggered. The crown hovered over the pedestal no longer on his head. His eyes met Sarah’s. “It’s choosing again.” The crown lifted, Sarah reached out. “John!” But the figure who emerged from the echoed flames was not John. It was the woman, the first bearer. Her eyes burned and she touched the crown. The crown landed on her head. Her voice broke the silence: “Your heir fails. I am the Blood Moon’s true heir.”

For her eighteenth birthday, Alicia received a private estate. At eighteen, I was washing dishes in a greasy kitchen sink, my hands raw from labor, scrubbing my way to fund Dominic's critical final year of high school. "She used to call herself a little princess," he said, momentarily lost in the memory. "So the house was designed to resemble a castle." He smiled faintly, but the second his eyes landed on me, the coldness returned. "Since you've chosen to come back," he said coolly, "as the future heiress of the Rodney family, I have a few things to make clear."

she urges before her fingers leave my chin. * * * * * * * ABEL EVERHART'S POV The great crown shimmers under the light of the morning sun as it sets on a raised platform surrounded by ten masked guards, some who must be her Majesty's men who stole uniform last night from the real guards. King Elon's throne sets not far from the crown, and another equally guilded and heavily cushioned seat beside it. My guess is that it is meant for Queen Rowena, whom he desires to be his Queen.

I rubbed my face tiredly before sitting back down heavily in my chair again. Honestly I didn’t even have the energy for this conversation anymore. The past two weeks already destroyed my mental stability enough. Lex was still missing. Stella was insane. My grandfather apparently supported psychological terrorism. And somehow this was still only Tuesday. Amazing. “She’s pregnant with my child,” I muttered quietly after a moment. Something shifted slightly in grandfather’s expression after hearing that. Tiny. But enough. The old man cared about legacy more than emotions. And right now Alexandra carried the next Grey heir.