Chapter 1 : La reina caída
The Fallen Queen
" Mother... please rest in peace," amidst the sorrowful cries, the sweet voice of a stunningly beautiful woman rang out, reminiscent of a strong Bacardi.
Her night-black hair cascaded down her back, some strands framing her face and enhancing her tan skin, making her look like a masterpiece created by the great artist. Her dog-like ears drooped in sadness, so much so that the servants couldn't bear to look at her.
The woman knelt beside the lifeless body lying on the grand bed. Her slender hands, adorned with long crimson nails, held the calloused hand tightly, as if unwilling to let go. Sadly, it seemed her desire would not be granted.
A cold breeze blew through the ornate window, adding to the gloom in the luxurious bedroom.
There would be no more warm embraces from this person.
No more sweet words to soothe her aching heart.
Why had this once grand mansion become so desolate and lonely, she wondered.
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A black umbrella shielded her from the raindrops as the beautiful woman in a matching black outfit gazed at the grave. There were no tears on her face, which was as serene as a statue crafted by goddesses. It was hard to discern what she was thinking. Behind her, several servants waited, their faces streaked with tears. The only mistress of the house was gone, leaving behind...
" What is this, a party? Nobody invited me," a voice from behind pulled the woman from her thoughts. She gently touched the gravestone one last time before turning to face the newcomer. Her sharp eyes, once filled with sorrow, now glared with undisguised disdain at the man.
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" Come here, Reina," a hoarse voice commanded, echoing through the dark, filthy alley. The air was thick with the stench of rancid water, mingling with repulsive garbage, enough to make one want to vomit. Yet, the middle-aged man showed no sign of being affected by the disgusting surroundings, as if he couldn't smell it at all. But not Reina, whose senses were a hundred times sharper than his.
Even in today's society, beastmen were seen merely as pets in the eyes of humans. They viewed her as nothing more than a four-legged animal, but in her world, Reina was an exceptionally beautiful young woman.
The woman, with a face as exquisite as the goddess of the night, cast a disdainful glance at the creature walking ahead of her. Her jet-black ears stood erect above her head, twitching slightly as they listened intently to the surroundings. Her sharp, amber-like eyes glowed with anger and bitterness, a burning desire to tear the filthy human's head off his shoulders.
La Reina, she was a purebred Doberman beast from Europe. Her life had been full of prosperity, being the sole heir of a billionaire in the affluent areas of California. Despite moving far from her homeland to America, her life had been one of ease, paved with rose petals, until the old woman she called mother passed away.
But the grand mansion, the hundreds of millions in inheritance, and all the assets she was supposed to receive should be more than enough to live a comfortable life, shouldn't they? Anyone would think to ask her that.
It would have been so, had Leon, the only wayward son of Cara Blois Berrigram, not returned. After Cara's funeral, this man reappeared after being away for decades, demanding all the inheritance he believed he deserved. Unfortunately for him, Cara knew her son well. She had written a will explicitly naming Reina as the sole beneficiary. Leon had no claim to a single dollar. But Cara seemed to have forgotten to specify that he had no rights over the beast, Reina.
" This human male is truly disgusting," Reina's deep, sweet voice spoke in a language incomprehensible to humans, breaking the silence of the old alley.
" What's taking so long, you damn dog?"
"...Hmph, don't let me get away," she thought, ignoring his grumbling and stepping forward with grace in her black high heels.
" Damn, this high and mighty dog thinks she's something."
" The old woman raised you as her child. Look at me!"
" Because she knew that a human like you couldn't survive on your own," she thought. Yes, Leon only knew how to use force. Perhaps that included drinking, drugs, and gambling as well.
" Pathetic," she sighed. There was no place left for her to return to. No more luxurious mansion, no hope that someone would come looking for the heir of Berrigram. That hope was fading.
Did anyone know that Leon had kidnapped her?
Was there any way to get back home?
No one could answer the questions in her troubled heart. The only thing she knew now was to keep moving forward.
Her soft, burgundy lips curved into a cold smile. Anyone who saw it would find it hard to look away.
... La Reina. Well, they better welcome this queen properly...Mexico City.
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