Long Live the Queen

Lilliana is the queen of all North American packs, and she didn't become queen by being nice.
She is heartless, cold and ruthless but there is nothing she wouldn't do for her subjects. But when her largest packs lead warrior goes rogue she has no choice but to find him herself, and when she does, this cold and heartless queen will never be the same.

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"Stop rogue" I hiss, my voice full of power causing his large form to stop and slowly turn to look at me. When he fully faced me the breath was stolen from my lungs. I see his obsidian eyes widen a fraction before he takes a step closer.
"Mine" he growls, his voice the deepest baritone I've ever heard and it nearly brings me to my knees. But his statement makes me bristle.
"I may be your mate, but most importantly I am your queen." I growl. His eyes widen a fraction more before he drops to his knee, hand in a fist over his heart.
"Yes, you are," he says "you're my beautiful queen mate."