The Lycan Beast's Queen (LionHeart Queens II)

Chapter 1

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Chapter One

“Please do not kill me. I will do anything you want me to do.” A bold and middle-aged man cried while helplessly sitting and tied to a brown wooden chair. The location being in some underground basement of an abandoned factory.

Then there was me. 17-year-old me. And I guess you are wondering what a 17-year-old girl is doing in such a scene.

Well, it was me whom the man was begging and pleading to not pull the trigger.

I held a gun aimed at his forehead.

“Zendaya shoot him.”

I c****d my head at Miles, the one who had just said that.

My hand was now shaking. I really did not want to do this. To kill someone. It was just wrong.

“I cannot do this.” I quickly replied Miles while removing my hand from the trigger and walking away to face the other way.

“If you do not kill him, Godfather will not be happy about this. You have to pass this mission. Failing means going back into the streets and being a prey to men like him again.” Miles then said trying to make me see reason.

“Filthy Drug lords and human traffickers like him deserve to die.” He then spit out in hatred while facing the evil man we had tied to the chair. This abandoned factory was actual that man`s den. We had just freed all the girls he kept as prostitutes and taken all his evil money.

This was our first mission and it had all gone according to plan until it came time for me to have my first kill ever.

Doing this was the only way for me to finally be a full member of The Punishers. An organization owned by Godfather. The man who once saved me from the streets and took me as his own.

As thoughts of my own past invaded me, I turned towards the pathetic evil man tied to the chair and pointed the gun again shakingly. 

Miles quickly came to cover my hand with his and pulled the trigger for me with no hesitation as I held the gun. I had to stare as the bullet made impact going through his head, blood splashing and the life quickly drained out of him.

“Good Job,” Miles quickly said to me with a proud smirk of his own while removing his hand. 

 Let us take a short trip into my past, so you can know how it had all come to this. 

>>>>>2 years ago

 “Zendaya wake up,”

A voice shouted with urgency, trying to interrupt 15-year-old me from my sleep.

I was having a really good dream and really did not want to wake from it. 

I was dreaming of being a normal ordinary 15-year-old girl with loving parents. Having my own room...A soft and comfy bed. A closet filled with all kinds of clothes and the best accessories a girl can have. 

Then I was walking into the kitchen every morning and having a mom waiting to greet me. She would tell me that she loved me, place a loving kiss on my forehead while telling me to eat up the breakfast she made for me.

“Go away,” I mumbled in a sleepy voice while smacking away whoever had tried to shake me awake. I was getting to the best part of my dream. Opening the plate and seeing mouthwatering pancakes. Then I would go to school afterward, where I would learn and also have cool friends. 

“ZENDAYA WAKE THE HELL UP!” this time the Voice shouted directly into my ears, causing me pain and making me wake up instantly.

“What!” I quickly shouted back in irritation while getting up with sleep-filled eyes.

As the sleep cleared from my eyes, I was slammed back to reality. A reality where I was just some homeless and street beggar child.

Right now, I was sleeping on this black trash bag which had made itself my bed, on this hard ground for the night.  I had slept there with my friend Veronica who had just woke me up.

My life had been one tragedy after the other, turning worse for worse but I tried to not give up.

It all started with my birth, I had no parents, considering they dumped me, as a dead sick baby by some dumpster bin. What kind of monster does that? To their own child. I wish they had killed me, instead of throwing me away like trash.

However, the old homeless woman who found me, always said that I was really dead. 

But apparently, some light flashed out of nowhere, making me open my eyes while breathing again. After that, she took me in and started taking care of me up to the age of 13. She did all she could to take care of me, but there were nights where we would sleep in hunger and have no shelter to go to.

Winter was always the worst, spending all night in the cold snow, with no blankets or warm shelter to sleep in. Teeth chattering, we would find a little hidden corner and lay huddled to each other to share body heat. That lady`s name was Valerie and she was the one who named me Zendaya.

Tears always trailed down my face whenever I thought of her. The way she had chosen to take care of me while having nothing herself. How she would choose to scavenge food for little me while she slept in hunger. All the life skills and advice she would give me.  The day she died, having been stabbed to death by some hobo, was when my world crashed again.

A 13-year-old girl left to live alone by herself in the streets. I had no one.

I could not go to the orphanage as they were all overfilled too. This part of the city where I lived, there were just too many abandoned kids for the government to take care of. I was all on my own.

The first month I spend it picking up food scraps and scavenging in the trash for leftover foods to eat. Sometimes I would sit and beg for food or money in the street but no one helped or took pity on a little innocent girl. I became so skinny that you could even see the shape of my bones.

Each and every night was a nightmare for me. I would find a small corner and hide. Shaking in fear as the night got darker and darker. Hoping nothing bad would happen to me as dangerous men preyed around. I had witnessed some of the horrors, seeing teens my age being dragged by ugly looking men and taken to places where I would hear their screams of pain miles away. Never to return or be seen again.

We were street people, homeless and unwanted. So, no one cared if anything bad happened to us. I knew one day it would be me, they would get me too. The only reason none had noticed me was that I had a smaller figure and could hide and not be found.

One day I met a girl also in the same situation as me. We became friends and would help each other out. Her name was Veronica and the one to wake me up from my sleep just now.

It was then I finally noticed the reason for her urgently waking me up as two men with dark eyes, seemed to be headed for us.

Shock quickly filled me at the thought of how this horrible day had finally come...them noticing us.

I quickly grabbed Veronica`s hand and we both started running away in fear.

We both knew once caught, it would be the end of us.

While running breathlessly through the alley with our little legs, we failed to notice that a trap had been laid for us, as two men came out of nowhere, catching both of us.

One had Veronica with the other holding me.

 I looked back and saw that the other first two were soon to catch up and knew it would be game over. Without thinking I quickly bit hard on the hand grabbing me, causing the person to yell out in pain while letting go of me. And then quickly ran for my life.

I kept on running even as Verónica `s screams of my name echoed.

What could I do? Even If I had turned back for her, it was going to be four adult men against me.

Tears quickly trailed down my face for her. I had just lost a friend and was alone again.

A whole week then passed, and no one cared or noticed that a little homeless girl named Veronica was gone but me.

After another week passed, they finally came for me and found me. Even though I changed spots and tried to walk and go as far away as I could go.

 “Come with us, your friend send us to get you.” One of the men looking to be leading this had quickly shouted while coming closer to me.

I instead quickly ran and pushed my hungry and tired body to run as fast I could away from him. All I felt was the hard pounding of my heart as I ran.

I preferred death to being caught.

But just like last time, he had back up. So, I was unprepared as one came out of nowhere and grabbed me tightly so that I could not escape. There was just something animalistic about them.

“Please let me go,” I then started screaming, with tears down my face. I felt so weak and helpless.

The one I had run from quickly caught up with a frustrated look on his face. He then covered my mouth with a cloth to prevent me from making too much noise with my screaming.

Since I could no longer make any noise, I quickly quieted down with more tears flowing down my face and feeling the hard-throbbing beat of my heart.

The men had then started dragging me through the dark alley and I knew where they were taking me. To their white van parked near the road. The same van they had used to take Verónica.

With each step they took, I had felt as if life had finally broken me to nothingness.

I wished I had not been born, and been allowed to take my first breath, just so I could live a messy and broken life like this. All I had felt during that moment was despair as I prepared to face my fate.

It was then that he came, the Godfather, and my hero.

“Leave that girl alone right now, if you all don’t want me to put these bullets through your foreheads.” My savior had quickly shouted with confidence while holding a little black and dangerous pistol gun. A younger handsome boy stood next to him. Looking also as fearless.

Upon seeing the gun, the men being cowards, quickly let me go and ran away to their van. Where they drove off in a rush.

“Thank you,” I said to them in a voice filled with gratitude as the young boy helped me to get up. I enjoyed the feel of his hands, they were soft and clean unlike dirty caked me. He was also dressed in really nice clothes with an expensive leather jacket, giving him a bad boy look. While I wore my scraps and tear-filled clothes. 

“No need to thank us, we could not just stand there and let them take you.” The Godfather had then said to me with a charming smile that I could not help but return back.

For saving my life, I knew I would be forever grateful. The young boy then told me about his name being Miles while the Godfather led the way silently.

A black car stood far away waiting for us. And so, from that moment on, we stuck together. I was no longer alone, or so I thought.

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Unknown POV 

"So, you found the girl, she survived and you are sure she is the lost werewolf princess?” a woman wearing a red scarlet dress and sited by comfy white chair, slowly said, asking the other figure whom she had visited at one of his penthouses, out of the country.

“Yes, I do. But she does not even know what she is, she thinks she is a human.” the other figure replied emotionless.

“hmm so since she does not know that she is a werewolf, That means she has not shifted yet, which is good to know.” The woman then said to herself in thought.

“But tell Patricia that the NEXT TIME I order someone to kill a baby, they should do it properly and finish the job. I do not like failures!" The woman then uttered angrily while slamming her hand against the wooden table.

Oh, how she had enjoyed the werewolf King and Queen`s misery when they lost the baby because of her. 

The other figure just remained quiet. 

 "But luckily for Patricia, she will live as we can at least use this failure to our own advantage. I have a new plan and you are soon to know what you have to do.” The woman then added with a vicious smirk.

“I will not fail, “the figure replied again with confidence after the planning.

“I know you won’t, because if you do. Then our plan to take over the werewolf Kingdom will be ruined.” After the woman said that, she stood up and left the office. An evil smirk grew on her face, with her red heels clanking whenever she stepped on the floor. She had lots of troubles in store for her enemies.