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of ropes and bts, gag bapd and the likes… of course I know they are sex toys for domination but why are they here? "Oh, so you finally speak" she ate her eyes in an awkward manner. I try not staring at her tits one last time but it's too late as I glare at them unable to take my eyes off. "I see you are rather more interested in something else, who gave you the order to come here?" She asks Ice again. "Number three, black tier one" I say just like a soldier…or rather are controlled robots. Funny enough the words are not stuck in my throat anymore.

Jarnja said silkily. I turned over, gazing into her starry onyx eyes, shaped just like an Oni kitsune, and tanged my bloody fingers in her thick black hair. “You are beautiful, my Queen…” I murmured, bespelled by her manly scars, and the brawny greatness of her Jotun height and vigor. Her abs were hard and full as rocks against my breasts, tall as she was, though I was tall for human girl standards.

Rithambara spoke after a good gap. " you say scary, your highness. May I've the privilege to know what makes you say so? " asked Marcus and with a bold edge. It seemed as if he had lost his shyness and nervousness. Rithambara's eyebrows rose listening to him but she didn't answer him instantly, rather, she turned her head towards painting while her eyes cascaded down with fragile tint as if titillating petals of flowers. Her iris finally settled down at curvaceous letters which carved ' Queen Athena '

Next came Salem, who looked over the crowd with an intense gaze and an intimidatingly dashing smirk. Finally, in marched the queen, wearing a bladed crown of silver, crimson, and black. She had raven-like wings, and ram horns curled out from just above her ears. Jewelry hung from strings tied around them. Rosette frowned and stroked her own bare horns, as if debating whether to bejewel them. “Bathoria,” she muttered. “She must have worked hard to find a bloodmother from that line, much less convince her she was worthy of such sacred milk. Bathorias have always thought highly of themselves.”

He too was bowing, his head lowered in respect. I blinked in confusion. Kayden was an Alpha. He would never bow to me—an Omega. But here he was, along with the others, all of them calling out the same words in unison. “Hail our Queen.” My heart pounded in my chest. “Queen?” I whispered, my voice trembling. This didn’t make sense. I wasn’t a queen. I wasn’t even an Alpha. Why were they bowing to me? Before I could ask more questions, the dream began to fade. The forest, the wolves, and the strange power I felt all started to slip away, like sand through my fingers.

No one could touch them. The Queen herself was flawless. She had the best poreless skin that was a shade darker than Brittany's tannish brown skin tone. Her eyes were a piercing blue that was bright in the darkness. Her hair was in waves of reddish-brown hair that had slightly a redder tint to it. On her head was her crown that was woven from the best trees that London probably had to offer. It was a mix of red, green, yellow, and orange, all braided together. Her wrists also had the same woven leaves on them as well.

I refuse to choose another queen. ******************************************

"Actually, he got it from me." He said with a wink. I had to hold back my laughter, especially after his mate smacked his arm. The Amato men all looked very similar to one another. Leonardo Amato had wavy hair that reached his chin, whereas King Amato had long luxurious hair that fell a little passed his shoulders. Aurelio's is short like his grandfather's but had his sides and back cut. They all have brown hair and low trimmed beards. From what I could see, Aurelio was the only one with tattoos and a piercing. The queen had long loosely curled, dirty blonde hair, with gorgeous water green eyes. She had olive skin and a button nose. She had small pouty lips and gentle freckles that dust over

But what was it that an old commoner was here and following them? As fast as lightning, Queenie took the machete from Deril’s hand. Then she jumped up. With a somersault in the air, Queenie ambushed the old man. She pointed a machete at his neck. “Who are you?! Why are you following us?” she asked. Deril was startled by Queenie’s sudden movement. He could only gape and shake his head. They said The Crown Princess of Bright River Kingdom was only good at holding lipstick and flowers. Shit! He would kill anyone who dared to spread such cheap gossip.

Her head was now adorned with a gigantic crimson crown, made of supercharged, standing hair. " Frivolous? You took away my newborn without my consent... " " Mind your words, woman. I am your king before I am your husband. I don't need your consent regarding matters of the state. And the whereabouts of my heir is one of those. " The queen immediately stopped in the middle of her track. She twitched her neck and her hair immediately fell over her shoulder. It was back to being dark brown once again. She retraced her steps and then muttered under her breath,