The Queen and Her Alpha
I took a deep breath. This should be simple, it should be the simplest thing done as a Queen. For me, though, it is not. I look down, my light cream and maroon colored dress felt like it was weighing me down. The tight corset I wore made it much harder to breathe, yet this is what my life had to consist of from now on. I was royalty, and I had to act like it.
Karissa has just become Queen. She has power, wealth, and men hungrily seeking the attention from new, beautiful royalty. The only catch is, she has just became Queen of the Mystical Kingdom, where all fairy tale creatures roam.
I stared down at my reflection at the waters edge. I am the Alpha, the head of the pack, and I am yet to find my mate. Our wolf cannot control itself on its own, this is why we have been given mates. I angrily swing my hand at the water, distorting the image. A pack will never be successful with a insane Alpha, and an Alpha will never be sane without his Luna.
Tate is a werewolf. An Alpha, to be exact, the head Alpha. All Alphas serve at the right hand of the King and Queen of the land, and new royalty has come. The young Queen is new to her position, and it is Tate's job to point her in the right direction and help her rule the land. But what happens when the Alpha is mated to the Queen?