All Chapters of Rise of a Queen - Book 2: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

LAMIA “How many dicks have you had in you?” So much hatred in his voice, I was the one who should be hating him after what he had just done to me! “Are you fucking serious?” I screamed as I pulled my naked body up from the sandy ground. My wounds from his claws and teeth were healing, but my legs felt like jelly and I fumbled with them a little before gaining my balance. My mouth gaping open and eyes wider than saucers, did this asshole just seriously ask me that, after the way he mauled me? “Three hundred, King!” I coiled my fists, throwing a number out there to just piss him off .“What the fuck does it matter how many dicks I’ve had inside of me?” I was so pissed now. He didn't get to ask that, no one got to ask that. Especially as he knows my history. I couldn’t be more insulted than I have ever been before. The man I love, the man I promised forever too, was standing here, accusing me of cheating! Of being a whore, throwing my past in my face, I stared blankly at him and fel

LAMIA I sat on a chair next to the hospital bed Travis was in, the machines beeped, monitoring his vitals. His heartbeat was still so low, and we were waiting to see if the drugs would help draw out the poison from the silver arrows and the nightshade they had been coated in. The doctor had come in and left a few short minutes ago. Travis’ wolf was trying to fight the infection and heal him, but the doctor told us to prepare for the worst. He also had a few gashes from the crawlers scattered in various places across his body. He was not in good shape at all. I leaned back in the chair and fished into the back pocket of the jeans I threw on; I hadn’t even showered yet, needing to be here with Travis. Fishing out my phone, I called the one person whose voice I needed to hear. The only other person who could calm my mind and tell me I was about to do the right thing. “Lamia, is everything OK, beautiful? Kellen has been going mad, he could feel your distress.” Hearing his smooth yet gr

OLIVER It was about three weeks after the attack on MacTire, and we were currently camped out at Lake Maplepeak, in the Cila territory. Morngord forest sat just the other side of the vast lake. It was a good job that spring was in the air and the lake wouldn’t be frozen, making it easier for our fleet of small cargo boats to cross. After the attack, we split up. Jack and I headed here with some of Orion’s top commanders, while he and Finn went back to the Lewe compound to collect Shayna, his personal chemist, and some other things he said they would need. Finn took the young girl we kidnapped and won’t let her leave his side. I’m not sure what his interest is in the young child, but I hope he has good intentions. As much of a sick bastard as I am, I don’t like the idea of hurting children, that’s a line right there, I don’t cross. I scoff at myself. I have aligned myself with some of the worst characters that history has ever known. I stood by when Silas had fun or took his anger o

LAMIA It was now 4 days until Orion’s deadline, four days until the full moon, the day he told us to be at Riocht if we wanted to see Petra alive again. The little girl had been on my mind since the night Orion attacked MacTire. And every time I thought about her, my chest pulled tight. I felt guilty she had been put in this position. She was only ten years old and had already endured so much heartache, she didn’t deserve to be put through this. My eyes pooled with tears as I thought of how unfair and cruel life had been to her. I prayed to the Moon Goddess every night to keep her safe from harm until I had her in my arms. The dirt path we initially had followed was consistent and seemed to be taking us straight to the heart of the lost city. We definitely wouldn’t have been able to get any vehicles through here. Even though the worn road was still visible, it was overgrown with centuries of forestry and shrubs, so thick in some places that we had to cut them down using our swords

FINNEGAN 2 Hours before the battle I was tasked to provide the crawlers, who we were able to move up the narrow river in containers on smaller boats, with clothing that had been stolen from the various kingdoms. Orion had spies in every kingdom, sleeper cells, that he used when he needed information or objects. Hence, the clothing we had of Lamia’s and King Kellen’s. The crawlers would hone in on the smell like wild trackers and, once given the command by Orion, would seek out that scent, their only goal: To bring down the owner. Orion and the bitch Shayna had set up a command base inside Riocht’s palace. After throwing in the clothing, I made my way back to the white-washed open squared building. My father wanted to keep me close, in case things went sideways for him and he needed me. What he didn't know, was that no matter the cost, I would help kill him. I scratched the back of my neck, feeling the metal chip underneath my skin that attached to my cervical spine at the base