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Prince Charlie stared at Ruby, his grip on the knife slowly loosening as her words sunk in. Her directness had a way of cutting through his doubts and insecurities.

"You set-up your mate's cousin, why do you think I should trust you with all what you just said?" Prince Charlie asked, his face a maelstrom of conflicting emotions. "You think I will just jump on your words and trust it?"

Ruby met his intense gaze with unwavering determination. "I don't care if you trust me, Prince Charlie. You don't have to trust me. I've had enough of you and your doubting. If you think you can take on Alpha King and his alphas, then go ahead, kill them all."

Prince Charlie's grip on the knife wavered, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of doubt. "And how is that going to save my lair, exactly?"

"When they arrive for battle, you just have to let them know you don't have us. Tell them whatever you need to. You're the vampire boss here, and you should know how much blood you need to drink, and how hard