All Chapters of The Fated Queen: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

She could sense the unease in her people. Questions rose, but none were answered. What would she say to them? How could she even explain? Or where to explain? Their Human Queen is an actual Werewolf in the entirety of her life and this information wasn't shared? They would feel robbed. Deceived. Manipulated, even. Avoiding them caused more harm than good, but she was lost. Lily gazed out the back door to the garden as night fell. Everyone went their separate ways after dinner. Amira and Aiden retreated to their room to get in contact with his Beta. Willow went into her meditative state with Dante on standby. Rayleigh and Zalakai retreated to their room so she could focus on translating the Celestial text from Lily's body. Lily's eyes darkened slightly. The bloodied heart Zalakai gave to Rayleigh. The look of relief that shined in her eyes. Did she feel something similar when Jasper died in front of her eyes? Relief to the hunt ending, but for his death? Did some dark emotion cloud h

He leaned his back against a trunk of an oak tree. The night sky was clear and sparkled in starlight. He peered down at his Mate that lay against his chest. Her golden, sun-kissed locks were like silk between his calloused fingers. The Mark she had placed on him years ago burned when they had finished. Now it was lukewarm to the touch. Not only did this connect them in their Human forms, but he felt Nox and Azura connect at last. Even now, he felt his beast at ease. "Jayce?" She spoke his name in a mere whisper. "We should tell the others." She turned her head to gaze up at him. "The other Wolves, I mean." As she sat up, her hair cascaded over her shoulder like a waterfall of liquid gold. "You're right." He agreed as he tucked her hair behind her ear. "They need to be addressed sooner rather than later. There's only so much avoidance that can be done before they can't be anymore." "What if they become angry with me?" She asked worriedly. "I didn't know this was even possible. They

He watched Willow with admiration. She had come a long way since they've first met. The struggles she endured. The obstacles she had to overcome, and the pain of losing someone dear to her. Roy's death set a fire within her that no one else could see but himself. Dante was grateful for the nudge she needed, but he wished it hadn't been under such dark circumstances. The wind picked up around him as he leaned his back up against a tree. Leaves rustled and branches creaked from the rising pressure. Willow's eyes flared white as her feet hovered above the ground. Her hands set apart from her sides, with white energy crackling around her fingers. Her hair swayed wildly about her. Three hours into her practice, and already he felt the deep changes within her. The Magic that coursed through those veins differed completely from the first taste he had. Dante ran the tip of his tongue over one of his fangs. Taste. When was the last time he tasted her? Slowly, Willow lowered herself back to

As the hall filled from wall to wall with Werewolves, Amira's nerves only seemed to grow more unsteady. She had grown accustom to Aiden's pack back home as their Luna, but things were different here. She had no authority, and in their eyes, she was a monster out to get them. Not someone who would work alongside of them. Aiden was in a similar boat, if not in a worse situation than she was. He, not only a Rogue, but also the Rogue Alpha. Both sides of this coin were to never meet, yet Fate bent the strings and tied them all together, anyway. "You're nervous." Lily spoke up from beside her. "It's okay to be nervous." She said as she looked out over the crowd. "I'm nervous too." "You're their Queen though." Amira told her. "They love and respect you, even with you coming out as a Werewolf." "That's not entirely true." Lily said as she lowered her voice. "Many are actually quite angry still, but I can't blame them for feeling that way either." Her eyes darkened slightly. "They probabl

She found us already? How many more were lurking around? Myra was inconsolable, but Aiden couldn't blame her. After staring her death in the face, anyone would have been terrified. Be it man or beast. Lily had scooped the child into her arms, hushing her softly, but her eyes were fixed on her Mate that was still tearing this now dead creature apart. Damion had dashed forward and got to Jayce's side when a guttural snarl drew his attention down the hall where Nigel's corpse lay. Aiden peered around the corner to find Nigel's hand twitched and his chest rose. His arms lay back with his head dragged up to a sitting position. "Uh Jayce?" Damion tapped his side. "Nigel doesn't look so good." He informed him. Jayce finally focused in on the risen corpse in the middle of the hallway. Nigel's head teetered from side to side for a moment before it cocked to the right. His eyes glazed over, but the moonlight gave visibility to the gash in his throat. Black ichor dripped from the open wound.