The Queen Of The 3 Kingdoms

Chapter 1

I groaned and turned on my side feeling the shackles from last night against my wrists.

Apparently for calling the alphas son a fried potato wasn't exactly a good idea. I could've easily brought all of them down, but, I decided against it. Considering I was a "rogue" and all.

Theirs different classes of wolves. The lowest are Rogue's, then comes omegas, then normal wolves, the gamma, the something I forgot, then beta, then Luna, then alpha. But that's in a pack. The Luna and alpha have almost the same exact amount of power, but since most mates are over controlling psychos we decided to make them heads.

The brain of my ancestors are the size of a fart that Fried Potato would bless us with.

Then their comes the "Royal" pack. There's only one. It's basically the same system but they have much much much more responsibility.

Or should I say our "King" has that responsibility, his job is to keep watch on us "rogues" , make sure the packs don't fight against eachother, oh and to make peace with the Opalian Vampire Kingdom and the Ostra Gnome kingdom.

At least that's what I think, I always felt like that their were more kingdoms and his highness just didn't want us to know because he knew we were as stupid as the farts from Fried potato.

Yes yes I know I know I'm obsessed but he deserved it, that mate less baboon tried to fight me, but after easily slamming him against the ground and accidentally digging my claws into his neck, he cussed at me, so I called him a name due to his bleach assed blonde hair.

The alpha got pissed blah blah blah I ended up here. I had no friends. But I did have power and strength and well, let's be honest here that's better then anything.

Anyways, continuing into the Opalian Vampire kingdom from the Orthedix Wolf kingdom.

The vampires are classy motherfuckers. Drinking blood and such, but it was easy to piss them off, I mean come on, just call them onion breathe, I swear it'll make them burn in fury. Hehe I have experience.

The average vampires who contain one power and spill red blood when cut ,work as villagers, harvesting human blood, and cleaning it for their higher ups. Then comes hunters, they hunt down animals and high class humans for their pure blood. But in reality they fuck human teens to get their virgin blood.

Then comes the servants. They clean for the nobles. Then comes nobles, they control the villages for their king. Then theirs 7 males who control the "war", they basically have the time of their lives because His highness does it for them.

Then comes royals. Baddest of the bad. Narsistic motherfuckers who think everyone is as ugly as shit. I mean come on, you ain't that pretty either, ever heard of a tan, the humans are in style.

Then comes the Ostra gnome Kingdom. I find them the funniest, they live in trees and harvest berries all year around. But when you piss one off all of them turn into killers. Oh and their tiny as fuck.

You would've think naming them elves was better. Anyways that's all I knew about them since I have yet to travel their in my free time.

Ahh now it comes back to me, yepee. There's not much to say. I'm a mate less, Royal rogue. I know your like "say whattttttt". I don't bleed normal red werewolf blood, instead I bleed silver. Most werewolves don't have powers like me, but what can I say I'm a lucky motherfucka. I know I can make a sailor blush ;3.

Anyways, the reason I'm rogue is cause, I chose to be that, it's funner that way. No more princess stuff. I mean come on, dresses and makeup? I mean I get it, it's nice. But everyday. God. I ran away from home 4 days ago. And I find myself here in a cellar in northern Iceland. Yayyyy, note the sarcasm. I love the cold, so that's good. Ish.