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Chapter 31: Love Bug

The House of Mortem; North of the Realm

Kazamir's POV

"Drink up boys. The enemy of Mortem is dead. I killed him with my own hands." Alpha Cassian bragged, standing on a table in the large hall, with a cup of wine in one hand. "This calls for celebration. Make merry, fuck to your fill, and drink till you can walk no more."

The men cheered him on, clinking their cups happily. I sat with Drustian at one end of the long mahogany table, uninterested. Cassian might have stabbed him with Endor, but I'd only believe Orvyn is truly dead, if he'd severed his head from his body and brought it to me as solid proof.

Orvyn was no match for me. I had more men in his army than he could command. Talking about power, I had more tricks than mere claws and fangs could comprehend. I was a god, not just a werewolf.

However, he cannot be underestimated. He's a skillful Alpha, no doubt. With the right number, he'd come barking down my castle walls.

"What's the matter, Sire," Drustian asked from my left. "Y
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