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last update Data de publicação: 2026-07-09 05:27:43

NARRATOR NAME POV: AZEL WHITMORE

"He only bared his fangs at you because your scent was choking the pack house, Darius," I drawl, leaning against the cold stone of the training cave. "A Moon Seer operates under ancient vows. You can beg the High Council for mercy when this trial ends, but right now, you look desperate."

Darius flinches, his shoulders dropping as my words bite into his pride. "As long as you didn't trigger the blood curse on purpose, Azel."

We sink into a suffocating silence, th
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  • Biting the King: A Rogue’s Second Sunrise   47

    AZEL WHITMOREI sit in the back of the transport-van, the rhythmic hum of the engine doing nothing to settle the wolf pacing under my skin. My MoonNet feed is a blur of blue light, the screen reflecting in my pupils as I stare at my own post. The audio file I leaked—the one of Ezekiel Thornhart, the Warlord of the northern packs, literally telling me to swallow my pride and bow to a foster-brat just to save her from public ridicule—is playing on a loop across the entire territory.He really thought I was still his pathetic, submissive toy. He thought I’d just roll over and take the humiliation because he’s a powerful Warlord and I’m just an "exiled" Whitmore. The realization hits me like a silver bullet to the chest, leaving me breathless and cold.How did we go from sharing heat-cycles in the academy to this?My phone vibrates against my thigh, cutting through my thoughts. It’s Amirah Kingsley, his beta-handler. I answer, my voice low and dangerous. "Speak, Amirah.""Have you lost yo

  • Biting the King: A Rogue’s Second Sunrise   46

    AZEL WHITMORE"Don't waste the game-meat, you idiots," I growl, tossing a slab of salted stag-venison toward the pack fire. We’re deep in the Shadowfang wilderness, far from the polished, fake walls of the Whitmore Moonkeep."The elders want a show?" I snap, my voice low and vibrating with a primal, rhythmic growl. "Then we give them a hunt."The rehearsals for the Bloodmoon Trials aren't just games. They are blood-rites. While Darius Whitmore and his pampered omega, Nyra Vale, prance around the village square trying to impress the elders with shallow, hollow grace, my group is training in the dark. We’re practicing the old ways—shadow puppetry, weaving spirits of smoke and moonlight to mimic the ancient shift-dances of our ancestors.I don’t care about Nyra’s traditional dance. I care about the scent of fear coming off the villagers."They won't clap for those city-born fakes," I mutter to Ronan Nightcrest. He’s standing close to me, his scent a mix of cedar and wet earth, grounding

  • Biting the King: A Rogue’s Second Sunrise   45

    NARRATOR NAME POV: AZEL WHITMORE"He only bared his fangs at you because your scent was choking the pack house, Darius," I drawl, leaning against the cold stone of the training cave. "A Moon Seer operates under ancient vows. You can beg the High Council for mercy when this trial ends, but right now, you look desperate."Darius flinches, his shoulders dropping as my words bite into his pride. "As long as you didn't trigger the blood curse on purpose, Azel."We sink into a suffocating silence, the heavy air in Frostclaw Hollow thick with the scent of unspoken hostility.Across the territory, inside the obsidian walls of the Lunar Veil Dominion, Malachi Whitmore is already clawing his way through a comm-link to Ezekiel Thornhart’s beta handler, a bitter female named Amirah Kingsley."I'm not asking for your permission to claim the bond, Amirah," Malachi growls, his throat vibrating with an alpha command. "Ezekiel already agreed to stitch his heat-scent to Azel’s. The pack public needs to

  • Biting the King: A Rogue’s Second Sunrise   44

    NARRATOR NAME POV: AZEL WHITMORE"You really think those two wolves were locking jaws too deep for a couple of pack-mates?" Elder Alaric Nightcrest growls, his thick gray fur bristling as he glares at his sons across the heavy oak table inside Whitmore Moonkeep. "Why are all three of you defending Darius? Look at him.""Not at all, Father," Cassiel responds smoothly, his golden eyes flashing under the dim candlelight of the den. "He’s just comforting Nyra. When her omega instincts feel threatened or wronged, we all scent her and hold her like that. It’s pack comfort."Alaric rubs his temples, his heavy boots shifting against the stone floor. He spends most of his moons handling the high-stakes territory expansion for the Lunar Veil Dominion, leaving the pack house early and returning long after the moon hits its peak. He barely knows how his blood sons interact with their adopted omega."Do you slide your hands down her waist and lick her scent glands like Darius did on the feed?" Ala

  • Biting the King: A Rogue’s Second Sunrise   43

    Azel Whitmore POV“Touch me like you mean it, Ronan,” I growl, my bare back pressing hard against the rough stone of the western storage den as his massive hands grip my hips, pulling my heat flush against his thick thighs.Ronan Nightcrest chuckles softly, a deep, rumbling vibration in his chest that sends a wave of liquid fire straight down between my legs. “The whole territory is watching the mirror-feeds outside, Azel. But right here, in the dark, your wet heat belongs to me.”He slams his mouth over mine, his sharp fangs scraping my lower lip until the taste of blood fills our mouths, making our inner beasts howl with pure, unadulterated lust.But while Ronan and I are matching each other's alpha dominance in the shadows, the secondary mirror-feed suddenly flickers to life on the MoonNet Circle, catching Darius Whitmore and Nyra Vale under the heavy branches of the blood-fruit tree in the training courtyard.Nyra looks up at Darius, her fingers trembling as she claws at his leath

  • Biting the King: A Rogue’s Second Sunrise   42

    Azel Whitmore POV“Who authorized this low-born pack to broadcast my sigil-crafting?” I demand, my claws lengthening as I slam the heavy silver goblet onto the stone table of Frostclaw Hollow.Ronan Nightcrest leans against the arched entryway, his massive shoulders blocking the moonlight, a lethal smirk playing on his full lips. “Relax, alpha. The Moon Seer Vaelor shared the vision-link in the mid-tier sorcery circle. The old wolves are going wild over how you merged the banishing runes with the protection seals.”“Is that the forbidden blood-talisman?” a cracked voice echoes from the glowing scrying stone on my table, streaming live reactions from elders across the territory.“His claw-work is flawless. He does not even use a channeling focus.”“Does a modified binding seal even hold under a full moon?”The pack elder running the network chimes in, his voice booming through the crystal. “It holds. The pup’s demonic taint vanished the moment Azel knotted the leather strap around his

  • Biting the King: A Rogue’s Second Sunrise   C5

    "Azel, lower your mental walls and hand over your private access encryption keys right now. The Lunar Veil Dominion needs full administrative control of your profile before the digital broadcast begins.""You lost that administrative privilege the moment I walked out of the Moonkeep, Malachi. The e

  • Biting the King: A Rogue’s Second Sunrise   C4

    "Azel, answer me. Did you truly believe your tracking skills could survive the deep-winter circuit without my scent on your collar?""I survived fourteen cycles of ice and blood before you ever noticed my existence, Ezekiel. I do not require your pack pheromones to navigate a hunting trail.""The r

  • Biting the King: A Rogue’s Second Sunrise   C3

    "Azel, you cannot simply sever a blood covenant and assume the pack will ignore your rebellion. I was the sentry who lost your scent trail in the eastern borderlands fourteen years ago, and I have carried that guilt through every full moon since. But this reckless defiance is not the answer.""Save

  • Biting the King: A Rogue’s Second Sunrise   C2

    "Azel, pick up that silver-laced card from the floor right now," Malachi barked, his voice vibrating with alpha-backed authority. "Or the Alpha Council will strip you of your rank before sundown!"Azel didn't look down. He locked eyes with the pack treasurer, his spine rigid. "Keep the card, Malach

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