All Chapters of Shifted Fate: From Slave To Wolf Queen: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Emmett De LoughreyFamily is everything to me.I guess it stemmed from the fact that I was an orphan, abandoned and unwanted until Donovan De Loughrey adopted me. I might have been four years old, but I was aware of my circumstances – it’s rather difficult to ignore reality when you’ve faced the worst of it at such a young age.My life took a complete turn once Donovan became my father; I had a family and people who cared about me. Father urged me to get along with the future Werewolf King, insisting that family wasn’t simply just blood.However I remember the fear of facing Lazarus for the first time, only two years older than me and yet he exuded such a magnetic aura, refined and polished that he didn’t seem real. I expected the worst, I expected his cruelty like in the orphanage only ten times worse because he was the future king.Except that wasn’t what happened, during our first encounter, he smiled at me and welcomed me. There wasn’t a hint of animosity, he didn’t treat me diffe

Bellatrix SinclairEmmett stumbled backwards, the drums of anger making my breathing shaky and uneven. Strands of his hair spilled softly over his brow, a small cut on his lower lip and I was utterly surprised by his reaction. He smiled, deepened the cut until a dash of blood spilled.His pure hazel eyes meet mine with a teasing grin. “Am I forgiven?”He knew me all too well, the satisfaction of punching him was enough to dampen my rage. A bruise blossoming on his cheek, “Or do you need to get a couple more in before you forgive me?” he teased, but I knew he was serious.I smirked, “Don’t tempt me.”The betrayal lingered, the flames dwindling into subtle embers. I suppose he can be forgiven since he attempted to buy my freedom at the price of himself. There has always been a soft spot in my heart for Emmett, a love I couldn’t pursue and now… I never could.“It seems we are being summoned to the royal palace.” Lazarus announced, drawing my attention and I honestly forgot he was here.H

Bellatrix SinclairToday was the day of the Luna Selection Ceremony and I’ve never hated Lazarus more than I do now for subjecting me to this ridiculous game. For a split second when he mentioned the selection, I found hope that he would let me go and that was short-lived until he forced me into this.“Fucking Lazarus.” I gritted, downing the bubbly champagne to alleviate the anger and anxiety surging through me.I will admit that he was going all out for me to match the level of wealth that other contestants have. The elegant evening gown was breath-taking, glittering ethereally. Dark, midnight blue with layered skirts of sheer fabric and a central slit that revealed my legs. The diamond encrusted bodice shimmered, drawing attention to the off-shoulder neckline that was even more highlighted by the up-do hairstyle with tendrils curled to frame my face. Sheer sleeves flowing like water under the night sky, the gown was enchanting and elegant.A knock resounded and I was certain they a

Bellatrix SinclairAll the attention was on Lazarus who stood front and centre, The King in his glory as his people worshipped him. He was sophisticated and charming, exuding a malevolent allure that captivated his audience.Anyone would be drawn to the darkness and willingly sin for this handsome man.He did a standard introduction, explaining the purpose of finding a Luna and the next Queen. That smile was pure deception, as if moment’s ago he didn’t threaten to kill me if I didn’t win. I roll my eyes backstage; he truly could wear any mask.The rhythmic clicking of heels sliced through the silence. Turning around to face the perpetrator, my body freezing in place as all twenty-eight contestants stood before me, the energy fierce and crackling as they planned my demise.Their gazes filled with pure disdain, “Fucking human.” Someone sneered from the back.They were singling me out because of one person, the leader of this group – Cassandra.Suddenly, the crushing weight of fear eleva

Bellatrix SinclairI was confident of Lazarus’s obsession with me, he was possessive when it came to me, and I used it to my advantage.Lazarus walked through a dimly lit hallway, no soul in sight and opened the door stationed in the middle. A strobe of neon lights filled the space, entirely empty aside from the leather sofa and rounded glass coffee table filled with alcohol and crystalized glasses.He strolled towards the sofa, throwing his arms across the backrest. Lazarus exuded raw power and fierce dominance that demanded my submission. Readying myself to strip, his deep voice halting my actions. “Did I say you can take your clothes off.”“Why shouldn’t I?” I challenged with a raised brow.His lips curve into a devilish grin, malice dripping from his blackened orbs. “I didn’t know had a talent for dancing.” He mockingly praised, “I bet you loved showing your seduction to the world, sho