Wolves’ Queen
The Royal Heir Trilogy
Jen L. Grey
Copyright © 2020 by Jen L. Grey
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
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Chapter One
Twelve Years Ago
“We’ve got to leave now.” Kassie pressed the button that opened the garage door as her short black hair bobbed in the back.
“Mommy?” I cried as Mona lifted me in her arms, running toward the black Mercedes.
“I’m right here, honey.” Mom ran through the garage door, almost tripping over her long gown as she glanced behind her. “We’re going to be okay.”
“Get in the damn car.” Kassie opened the back door and waved for us to hurry.
Mona slid into the seat and scooted over to the other side of the car. She placed me in the middle seat as Kassie climbed in on the other side. They both pulled out guns.
“Get in the damn car, Serafina,” Dad’s regal voice yelled as he ran and jumped into the driver seat. It was strange with him wearing his royal cut for him to be so informal. “We’ve got to get the hell out of here.”
“Don’t harass me.” She slid into the seat, yanking at her golden gown. “I’m in a freaking gown, for Christ’s sake.” Her long red hair was pulled into an elegant French twist.
It was my favorite hairstyle of hers because normally I could climb in her lap and play with the ends when she was putting me to bed before having to attend some royal event or party.
As soon as Mom’s door shut, Dad pressed the gas pedal hard. “I can’t believe Darren would do something like this.” He grabbed his cell phone and pressed the button. “Open the gates immediately.”
I wanted to ask questions about my uncle—Daddy always taught me to be curious—but right now didn’t seem the time. In times like these, he said a six-year-old didn’t need to understand quite yet. That I should still have some time left as a child before completely training to be Queen.
“He’s wanted the crown ever since you were little boys.” Mom’s jade eyes glowed. “He’s not half the leader you are.”
“That may be fact, but he doesn’t see it that way.” The gates were open, and Dad pressed the pedal even farther down.
I turned around and looked at our Southampton home. I’d expected to be there a few more days before heading back to our apartment in New York City. This was our nice getaway place to leave the hectic city behind. Daddy always said that a wolf should spend more time with nature. Our lot was over ten acres with the house surrounded by woods. He and Mom would shift every day and go run for hours. I couldn’t wait until I had my first shift and joined them. The years seemed so far away.
“How did you find out about the plans?” Dad glanced in the rearview mirror, focusing on Kassie.
“Well, you know how it was odd that he planned on coming?” Kassie sighed and shook her head. “He never leaves the city, but he called me when he found out that you were meeting with the heads from the United Kingdom. He said he needed to be there or something dumb may happen.”
“Yes, I already know this.” Dad punched the steering wheel. He ran his fingers through his short dark hair. “I’m sorry. It’s just… he’s my brother.”
Kassie frowned. “I know, but when I saw him pour the wolfsbane in both yours and Elena’s drinks…”
“They were trying to kill my baby too?” Mom turned around and touched my leg. “He’s been getting worse and worse over the years. When we had Elena…”
“As King, I should’ve noticed this before now.” He focused his eyes on the road as he took the sharp turns.
“It must be a mistake.” My uncle wouldn’t try to kill me. He used to give me extravagant presents when he traveled. I still had my favorite kangaroo animal from Australia. “He gives me presents.”
“Oh, baby.” Mom’s shoulders slumped. “I know.”
A car raced up behind and blew its horn.
“What the hell is going on?” Dad turned his head, and his eyes widened with fear. “No, this can’t be happening.”
The car rammed into the back of us, making me lurch forward and hit the seat. “Ow.” Why would that person do that?
Our car skidded into the oncoming lane, but it was dark and thankfully empty. The car behind us sped up and moved into the other lane, driving so fast it was reaching us again.
“Hurry, Corey,” Mom yelled as she turned to look at me once more.
I jerked forward, trying to get to her. I needed her. I needed Mommy.
There was a lurch as the car rammed into our side. We fell over on the side Mommy and Mona were sitting on and then began rolling over and over. The front windshield broke and crashed all around us. The front of the car slammed into a tree before we tipped over the side of the road and dropped into water.
My head was dizzy, and my arm hurt. I needed my mommy right now.
“Roll down the window before we can’t,” Mona yelled as the engine still roared.
“I’m trying.” Kassie groaned.
I unbuckled my seatbelt, needing my parents. I needed them to hold me and tell me everything was going to be all right. When I broke free and leaned over the seat. Our car was in the water, floating. “Mommy, I didn’t know cars could do this.”
When she didn’t answer, my heart took off. She always answered me. She told me I was her joy. Something had
