Queen Bee Ntr Novelas e Histórias

“Good. Bring him to interrogation. I want blood, clothing fibers, oils, everything.” The King points toward the dungeon without looking away from the runner. “Deepest cell.” Nate’s voice is calm and cutting. “After we drain him for names.” The King’s gaze flicks to Nate, recognition dawning, sharp and wary. “Do it,” the King says. Nate inclines his head once. “Gladly.” Inside the Queen’s room, Melody moves immediately, bloodheat and dawnmilk already prepared from our Underbridge run. The Queen inhales with less struggle, and the room collectively remembers how to breathe again.

Julius steps in, eager to show me to the door. I stare at Alpha Dante, hot shame and embarrassment causing tears to prick my eyes. He meets my eyes, the rest of his handsome face is cold as ice but those eyes…they stare at me like he wants to close the distance and sink his teeth into my neck. Why won't he just do it? Is it something about me? Am I that unattractive to him? That has to be it. Fuck. I was so stupid. He has the Queen. And she’s a bombshell. Why did I think my seduction tactic would work?

“Before I tell you, you must know that whatever the outcome, one thing is for certain. I will go down in flames or die trying to save us. We need to take every risk necessary to reach our endgame.” “And what exactly is our end game here, Leo?” Since the moment I first saw her, I have concealed a dark secret behind the facade of trying to be her hero. The heart of the now-defiant Queen may belong to someone else... But the truth is, Zeynep Volkov belongs to me and I will reduce cities to soot and ash to claim what is rightfully mine. No matter what it takes. I'll make her mine. If I have to wait... Kill for her...

She says with a small giggle. "You will stop second guessing your abilities to lead and you will rule right beside your mate. That is an order." She jokes with a hint of seriousness. I nod and smile up at her. She holds her hand out and a golden staff apears. I immediately bow down and she dubs me Queen of werewolves by tapping the staff on both of my shoulders. "I now dub thee Mackenzie Roseline Lathen as Queen of werewolves and Luna of the royal pack. Do you accept?" She asks and I look up at her.

“You should have done your research beforehand. Perhaps you won’t fail stealing from another mafia.” He grunted. “Who are you?” She finally withdrew her gun and squatted down to his level. The confidence of this woman was beyond me. “Allow me to introduce myself. La regina. The queen of the mafia.” His chuckle was taunting yet with desperation. “There is no queen in the mafia.”

mí padre said. “We have an alliance in place,” I said. “Respectfully, her current last name isn’t as important to me as her future last name.” I took a step forward. “Sir, you know Jasmine’s worth. It’s why you keep her so very well protected.” I brought my right fist to my chest. “I will do the same. With me, she will be my queen.”

I stand directly in front of him and look up so that I am staring directly into his eyes. I grab onto his balls which causes him to groan in pain and I stand on my toes so that my mouth is directly at his ear. "Listen up pretty boy and listen well. I am not someone you want to mess with. I am a Queen . You found me as an alpha and you will leave me as one. I am not any of the submissive little whores you've been with that listen to your every word and worship your dick like you're a God . I do what I want , whenever I want , and with whom I want. Do not think that you can come here and tell me what to do because you will get hurt in many ways , trust me I don't mind showing at all. Try tha

she replies. The Queen watches her in the mirror, her expression thoughtful but proud. “You will be ready when the time comes,” she says calmly. Outside, the footsteps return. Closer this time. Heavier. Not hurried in joy, but driven by urgency. A murmur rises in the corridor. Low voices. Sharp whispers. Still, inside the chamber, no one pays attention. “Bring the jewels,” the Queen orders. A servant rushes forward with a small carved box, placing it carefully on the nearby table. The lid opens to reveal rows of glittering pieces, gold and gemstones catching the morning light.

“I’m sorry to say, but this queen is a little bit of a romantic. I just haven’t met the right King of my life to retire from my throne.” Hearing that Queenie wanted to retire, many hardcore ‘beasts’ protested, further proving the point of the romantics. In retaliation, the ‘beasts’ donated enough to fill almost eighty percent of Queenie’s fourth jar for the night. Nobody complained about the results, and Queenie took the chance to remind them about what was at stake if they did overflow the fourth jar by crossing her legs ridiculously high so that they could catch a glimpse of that black stocking. “Oh dear, the next section is a little more shocking. I hope you’re ready for this. Answer for