All Chapters of HIS QUEEN: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEWFOUR HUNDRED YEARS AGOHe rolled in bed and reached for his mate. It was how he usually started his mornings. He frowned as he found an empty spot on his bed. He sat up in alarm. He reached for her in his mind but something was blocking him out. He got out of bed and raced out of the room. Her scent lingered in the hallway but it was faint.He followed her scent down the stairs and into the kitchen. A smile graced his face as he saw his mate dancing as she prepared breakfast. He walked quietly to her and wrapped his arms around her. She leaned into him and he kissed the tip of her head."Stop leaving the bed before me" she turned so that she faced him."I wanted to give you breakfast in bed today" she pouted."I could have had breakfast between your legs." A blush co

It has been two weeks since I began my duties and so far I've managed to avoid trouble. To be honest, the way the north was described was far from how it was. Through there were a few that spiteful towards us but we were treated as paid slaves. Today I was to clean the library in the south wing. The alphas wing. The matron said the king was not around this morning but if he came back while I was still up there, I was to make myself invisible until he left.     I pulled my trolley up with me to the south wing. The place was quiet because no other person lived on this side of the palace. I unlocked the library doors and pulled the trolley inside. The library was so fucking large. Some of the shelves were so high a ladder was required to reach them. I decided to take one key out of the bunch of library keys. I could spend my free time here since it was rarely used. I began to clean and arrange the books that were

I woke up to see Matilda, a blue dress leaning over me. I felt disoriented as I woke up. Everything was too bright, too loud and I felt energised. My ankle was completely healed and the bruises on my arm were gone too. I felt completely different. Must be the Lycan blood. "The matron wants to see you" "Me?" "Yes. She is in the kitchen." I grabbed my red dress from where I left it to dry and donned it. I followed the blue dress out of our quarters and into the kitchen. The matron was issuing orders and checking the different meals that were prepared. She glanced in my direction and motioned for me to come forward. I walked to were she stood and she looked me up and down. "I received orders abov

I woke up cranky the next morning. I didn't get enough sleep last night and my back ached from the way I slept. Untop of it all, I got my period today and my stomach cramped badly. I slept in a bit late this morning so I missed breakfast. I took cleaning supplies and headed to the king's room. I knocked and opened. A naked girl lay sprawled on the bed. Great. Now I was pissed. She got up and yawned as she picked her yellow dress from the floor. I thought the king hated half-breeds but here he was fucking all half-breeds within the perimeter. I smiled sweetly at her as she exited the room. I stripped the bedsheet with anger and tossed them on the floor. God I wanted to fucking break something. Preferably the king's head. He walked out of the bathroom with sweatpants that hung low on his hips. He sniffed and looked around. I turned away from him and continued cleaning. He strode to me and turned me around.

I woke up on a bed, face down. Extreme pain travelled down my back as I tried to stand. A firm hand pushed me back gently. I was turned around gently until my back rested on the bed. I took in the unfamiliar room. Kyros loomed over me, a small bottle with red liquid in his hands and a gentle smile on his face. I smiled back at him. He lifted my head gently and poured the substance down my throat. It tasted bitter. As soon as I swallowed, an intense burning started from my stomach upwards to my throat. I clutched my stomach as pain erupted. I screamed loudly. Hands gripped me firmly as I doubled over and threw up. Thick blood poured out of my mouth. The hands holding me left me and I felt the prick of a needle. The pain diminished gradually until I lost sense of my surroundings. I woke up with a pounding head and a dry throat. Two men were talking.