Rise Of The Rogue Queen

Rise Of The Rogue Queen

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Prologue I'm an omega, a maid, a filthy thing. Or so they made me believe. The first time Prince Zeroth kissed me, everything changed. That's when I realized he was my mate. But how could that be? I was already drowning in the shame of my rank... already feeling rejected by a world that sees omegas as nothing. "Are you seriously going to reject Lady Ygraine for this filthy, lowly omega maid?" Alpha Tyrian snarled at Prince Zeroth, his voice thunderous before the council and all the dignitaries present. Zeroth had just announced that he would not bond with a woman he didn't love, even if she was his father's last wish.An Alpha Prince, mated to a nameless omega? That's what I thought too... until I discovered the truth. I'm no omega, I'm alpha-blooded, a rogue, and a cursed Blood.Cursed blood is forbidden in the werewolf kingdom, labeled a threat, an abomination. When Zeroth found out what I really was, the question became clear: will he prove himself a true leader by killing me to protect the pack's laws... to prove his loyalty to the pack or stand against them to protect me? Because the moment he declared me his mate, enemies rose, I've been hunted. Enemies want me dead, and Alpha Tyrian... my number one enemy leads them.And if even my mate dares stand in my way...I won't spare him.

Chapter 1 1

Introduction

"What madness possesses you, Vassius? To stain the legacy of the Frostbite Pack with such shame... have you no sense of duty? No pride?" The Alpha King's voice rang out, loud and full of fury, as if it could shake the very walls of the grand hall.

Vassius stood before him, his head bowed, his heart pounding in his chest. "I can't deny it, Father... I love her," was all he could say-his voice quiet, almost pleading.

Before he could brace himself, a deafening slap landed on his left cheek. The sting lit up his face, the force reverberating through his skull. He stumbled but didn't fall. His pride was too stubborn to let him.

The King's voice turned cold, venomous. "Tell me I misheard, Vassius. You.. a prince, entangled with a rogue?" He stepped forward, eyes burning with disdain. "You shame the blood that made you. Tell me, Vassius... how does a boy ruled by emotion expect to rule a pack?"

"Twice-cursed... a rogue and a witch. Her destiny was sealed the moment she breathed near my throne. Her fate is the darkest cell this kingdom holds," the King added.

"I'll do whatever you ask, but let her go. You have my word... she'll be nothing to me from this moment on," Vassius pleaded.

"Yes, Vassius, she'll be nothing to you, because by dawn, her head will hang on a spike outside this palace, so every rogue knows what happens when they touch royalty. Love is a weakness you'll no longer be allowed to carry. I'll erase her from your life-mind, body, and soul," the King said, then turned and left the grand hall.

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Prince Vassius paced the length of the stone corridor, his mind consumed by thoughts of her-the woman locked beneath the palace in a cell carved for the most dangerous of sorcerers. He didn't know how she was faring. Was she shivering in the cold? Was she afraid? His heart ached with every unanswered question. She had always been warmth to him... and now, she sat alone in the dark, condemned.

He was useless to her now, shackled by duty, bound by blood. His father had made it clear: by dawn, her head would adorn a spike at the gates... a warning and a sentence.

Vassius clutched his chest as the weight of that truth caved in on him. The pain was sharp and relentless.

He stumbled into his chambers, rage and grief crashing through him like a storm. He hurled a vase against the wall, the shattered glass raining to the floor, echoing his screams. His knees hit the cold marble, and he broke, sobbing, choking on guilt.

He was a prince. But what use was a title if he couldn't save the woman he loved? If she was to die... perhaps he deserved no better. Perhaps he should meet the blade alongside her.

His tear-filled eyes landed on an envelope buried among the shards of the vase he'd shattered in his rage. He didn't remember placing it there, but an inexplicable pull urged him to reach for it. As his fingers gripped the parchment, fear tightened around his chest. Slowly, he opened it, the familiar strokes of Hecate's handwriting deepening the ache within him.

"No... no... no. You can't die, Hecate... not with this new revelation," he whispered, his voice trembling as he read the words-his heart splintering with each line. The letter was a cry of desperation, a final message from her. She was too far gone, trapped in a fate he had no power to change.

Anguish overtook him as he stormed toward his father's chambers, his mind consumed by the truth he now carried: Hecate was carrying his child. She had written it in the letter, accepting her fate to die. He couldn't lose them both.

He burst into his father's chamber, his breath ragged. His father and mother turned in shock. The queen's voice dripped with disapproval.

"Do you have no sense of privacy? What if we were-"

"I don't care!" Vassius shouted, his voice cracking with emotion. "Father, hear me! Hecate carries your blood. You can't condemn her to death!"

The Alpha King spat, his words like acid. "Enough of this madness. I have no son who would father a bastard. You've brought shame to this pack, and I will erase it. Both her and the child will be nothing but dust."

"Father..." Vassius whispered, stunned by the cruelty.

"A child of a witch, born from filth... do you truly expect me to accept that? I will not allow that abomination to live, not while I'm breathing. The child is a curse upon our bloodline. I won't allow a bastard born of a rogue to threaten my legacy. She will die. And so will that demon inside her."

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Seven Months Later

It was the loud cry of a baby that stopped Isalith in her tracks. She had traveled from the neighboring pack, excited to shop for the latest dresses and jewelry.

But the baby's cry pulled her away from her plans.

Following the sound, Isalith walked toward the riverbank, and froze in shock.

There, in the arms of a dead, bloodied young woman, lay a newborn. The woman's body was lifeless, drenched in blood, her face twisted in pain.

Confusion clouded Isalith's mind as she stared at the broken form before her.

"Who was she?" she whispered. "And what kind of danger took her life so violently?"

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