All Chapters of From Slave To Wolf Queen: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Bellatrix SinclairI felt indifferent towards him.His evil soul was about to be revealed when he tried to force himself on me. I couldn’t control my emotions, overwhelmed by his cruelty. I hated that he saw my weakness. Regardless that he stopped when he saw my tears, I didn’t want to be around him.Sitting another hour in his presence was suffocating and one we arrived at the palace; I wanted to escape him. Except, I awaited him to go back on his word, anticipating the collar. Dread seeped into my stomach, bile arising in my throat.He was the Werewolf King; he can take what he wants from me because I’m his slave.Releasing a shaky breath, my mind racing and unconsciously I spit out, “If you are going to put the collar on me, just do it already.”Lazarus halts, shifting around to face me. His brows lowered, “I told you I wouldn’t.” He reiterated. “Why –““King Lazarus.” Christian interrupted, “I have something to discuss with you.”Lazarus exhaled, shutting his eyes for a brief seco

Bellatrix SinclairThe Next DayI chose to make his breakfast today, a gesture of gratitude. Serving Lazarus his meals gave me the opportunity to determine his likes and dislikes. When it came to breakfast, he preferred scrambled eggs with diced onion and chillies, crispy bacon, fruit salad without any pears and lastly a sweet dessert. This time I opted for waffles topped with two scoops of vanilla ice cream drizzled in chocolate sauce.Lazarus arched a brow, scepticism written all over his face. “Here you go Master.” I smiled, pouring black coffee into his mug and serving him a bit of everything on his plate.“Where’s the malice Ma Cherie?” he smirks, “I always expect my food to be served with a side of your bitterness.” He teased, sipping on his coffee.Rolling my eyes, pressing the fork into the eggs and lifting it to his lips. “I’m trying to be nice, why must you ruin it.”He chuckles, “Because you detest being nice to me.”“Maybe.”Lazarus slips the fork from my fingers, his lips

Lazarus De LoughreyI didn’t think Bellatrix could get any more intriguing, but she found ways to surprise me.I wanted to see the true essence of her skills therefore I brought her to my exclusive training grounds knowns as Neo Grave. It was an open field in the middle of the forest, an expansive space within a dome. The dome is translucent and I’m able to control the material of the barrier, while also shifting the environment within the dome from the vast greenery to a training room of black walls.Neo Grave was filled with all kinds of weapons, even prototypes. Ranging from target practice to combat, there were even simulations for individuals to practice their shooting skills in a more realistic environment.Sadly, when you kill a simulation, there is no blood, and that was rather disappointing.“Are you really going to let Valeria and Bellatrix fight, hand-to-hand combat.” Maddox exclaimed, growling in disapproval. “This is fucked up, even for you.”That itching flares under my

Bellatrix Sinclair“How?” Lazarus gritted.“It remains unknown, according to the guards there wasn’t any foul play.” Christian relayed.Their voices fade into the background as I remember the initial conversation I had with Bonnie when she arrived at the palace, amid the gloating she spoke of Lazarus imprisoning Nathan. I recall her vague reasoning, “Something about selling weapons to a rebellion.” She waved dismissively, “Honestly who cares.”I fucking cared. Bonnie didn’t realize the value in her information, I’ve been searching for the Human Rebellion while Nathan had been in contact with them. It had to be for money considering his disdain for humankind, he believed werewolves superior and handing over weapons wasn’t anything to stress over.But he royally fucked up.However, his death came as a shock to me because werewolf laws don’t enforce a strict punishment upon wolves opposed to humans. We were tortured endless and bloodily, wolves practically get a slap on the wrist.Except

Bellatrix Sinclair“You missed a spot.” Lazarus pointed towards the decadent vases upon the shelves above the fireplace.Clenching my teeth and wiping down the vases with the rag, “Don’t you have a Kingdom to run?” I sarcastically remarked.Lazarus closed the distance between us, familiar sparks of hunger cultivating in my chest and flames of desire searing my back from his intense gaze. His hands decadently scorch my skin, fire exuding from his touch as he caresses my thighs.My breath hitched, Lazarus provoking me with these electrifying sensations. I shiver at the way he kneads my skin, goosebumps arise while I fought the urge to melt into his touch. His heated breath against my ear has my eyes rolling back.“I rather enjoy the show of watching you bend over in this sexy maids uniform and show me that pretty ass that I own.” His voice pure whiskey sin, “Hmm Ma Cherie, I think you like when I play with you.” He teased, darting between my thighs and massing the damp spot in my lacy t