The Lycan King's Hybrid Queen

It was cowardly of me to leave like I did, but things had just seemed to settle. I was no longer waiting to be executed, the Shadow Moon Pack wasn't a threat at the moment and Anders and I were finally together. Sure, we still had the upcoming war and had to find Una and Murdina, but at least it was something that we had a plan for. This. I had no plan for. Now Omen had the audacity to waltz in and destroy the moment of peace I had found since the day my parents were killed and drop yet another bombshell. How else was I supposed to react? How could that even be possible? If my mother was Queen, why didn't she tell me? Why would she have run away with my father? They could have lived with her coven. I entered the pack kitchen, which was busy as omegas ran about cooking meals and preparing for the day. I grabbed a cup of coffee and sat on the counter, digesting what I had just been told. Anders walked into the kitchen as he scanned the room, his eyes settled on me. He walked up and

The room emptied. Isla walked over, “Thank you. I wasn’t expecting to be bombarded.”“You are their goddess's daughter; understandable, they would be a bit star struck.” Omen commented.With the room emptied, Anders and I sat in our chairs as everyone else grabbed a chair to join us at our table.This situation made me uncomfortable. Was I supposed to say something? I have never been around large groups, or the center of one.“I’ll get right to the point. Your mother was the blood heir to our throne. When she left, her husband took over and attempted to track her down but was unable to.” Omen shared.“Her husband? My mother never said she was married before she met my dad and she told me that witches, and especially covens, would hunt us down and kill us.” Isla defended.“Our former King was quite ticked when she disappeared, and spent years looking for her before telling us that she had perished at the hands of the Blood Moon Pack. To my knowledge, he just wanted his wife back. Did s

The next morning, we got up early; I went for a quick shower, stepping out from the water I wrapped a towel around me as Anders walked into, he bathroom.“Still mad at me, or are you going to join me?” He asked with a smirk.“Join him, you know you want to.” Daciana Purred, “Look at our sexy mate.” He was naked from the waist up; I had to tear my eyes away from his muscled chest. I looked at his face and almost caved when his piercing blue-grey eyes met mine.“He was kissed by another woman right in front of you, don’t you dare cave.” Zemira snapped, as Daciana growled.“Still mad, I muttered as I walked past him, letting my towel fall as I left the bathroom.” I heard him growl in frustration before the shower turned on again.“Good work, make him regret pissing you off.” Zemira cheered.Laughing, I walked into the closet and, finding a low-cut tank top and jean shorts, I put them on and double checked my luggage to make sure I had everything.Anders walked out of the bathroom and he

I wasn’t even inside the room yet, and I could smell my mother's scent. Gods, How I missed her. I looked up at Anders, “I miss her.” He nodded, and I released the doorknob as he pulled me into a hug. “Come on.” I smiled as I pulled away, wiping the tears from my face. I opened the door and entered my mother's old quarters. Anders looked around the space, “Wow.” “This is so, my mom.” I grinned at him as I looked at the gothic styled room. Red and black bedding on a large canopy bed with black dressers and a mirror. In the corner was a red couch and chair and a black coffee table. Skulls and symbols decorated the walls and shelves. A larger bookshelf stood beside the sitting area filled with books on myths, legends, romance, and the occult. I walked over to a door and opened it, inside was a large bathroom with a clawfoot bathtub, black and white counters, and a walking shower on the far wall. I walked out of the bathroom and opened another door, inside was a small office with the

Picking up on Omen’s threat to my mate, I was angry, and I let it consume me. Zemira and Daciana were angry as well, and before I knew what was happening, I was slipping into the background as Zemira stepped forward. Daciana and I watched as Zemira put her foot down and told off Omen. I knew I had to learn to control my spirits and their abilities, but whereas Daciana was cooperative and like a friend to me, I didn’t know how to communicate with Zemira. She was a harder and colder version of myself; she was also a reincarnate of someone, which confused me, because in my past lives I was always a werewolf, so how could a reincarnated witch be attached to my soul now? Zemira waved her hand at Omen dismissing him as she walked away from him, I could sense Anders following behind us. He caught up to us by grabbing our shoulder, “Zemira?” he asked, turning us to face him. “What is it?” She asked coldly. “First off, thank you.” We nodded as he continued, “Can you let Isla have control