The goddess took a moment to pause. She leisurely looked round. The Moon Goddess was so proud to see her children gazing at her with hopeful eyes. Their faith in her showed as soon as they found the way out of that realm the White Witch had created.“This war is not going to be like any wars many of you had witnessed…” the goddess continued.Then she gestured to speak, presenting Aldric’s mate, Lexy, to everyone. “With the heir of the Grand White Witch of the East Coven as his mate, the innocent victims of this misfortunate tragedy decades ago, the grudges between the witches and the lycans had been repaired, knowing the late King had just been made a fool by the one who had greed to have the kingdom for himself.”Everyone was keenly listening. They were all like children being told a magnificent story. But in some of the lycans present, an honest thought hid in the deepest corners of their minds, but the Mighty Moon Goddess did not fail to notice them.“Some of you are thinking, why

In the eyes of people who have not recognized the Queen, they would have thought the ladies walking on the pathway were strangers to the only woman walking by herself in between the two pairs of ladies walking upfront and behind her. The warrior alpha did not fail to recognize the Queen despite the kind of clothes she was wearing, and even though it was almost dusk, Oliver was still certain he knew the lady’s identity. Still, he was also equally infallible that the Queen did not want to be agnized by anyone. Oliver was put in a dilemma of whether he should greet the Queen or not; after all, they were walking almost side by side since the Queen was passing by the moment Oliver stepped out of his house with only a few steps for a big man like him to cross the distance from his front door to the pathway. Not to forget that they were heading in the same direction; there was no other road to take for Oliver to avoid the lady. “Your Majesty…” Alpha Oliver discretely greeted. “I…” the tall

Eula was not stupid not to understand the grave threat of Borasco’s spoken words. According to what she had heard, the man was going to deceive his brother, King Bhimashda, to take the throne for himself. If he was cruel enough to plot a trap that would kill his own blood, Eula knew her life was nothing to be spared if Borasco wanted her dead. The young girl, Eula, lived in constant fear. She had to look over her shoulders every time she walked out of her home. But she realized she wasn’t safe even in her own abode. Because one night, Borasco came in like a thief and demanded Eula serve him in bed to relieve his sexual needs. Borasco’s wife was in a frail stage of pregnancy. She has had a few miscarriages already, and this time, the female begged Borasco not to touch her. Borasco has a fat appetite in bed, and his mate could not keep up when she gets pregnant because it triggers her to lose their pups before they were even born. Unlike Pete, Borasco loved his mate, Hyacinth. And his

The whole place was warmly lit by the halogen bulbs, just as King Borasco preferred the ambiance should be in every room he would be, anywhere in and out of the palace and kingdom. But the bright light shining exceedingly by the entrance to the party hall was opposite to the King’s preferences. Servants were terrified. They did not know how to cover the King from the blinding light that suddenly appeared. “Are you looking for the Crown Prince?” Ethan asked casually as he gently held Lexy guiding her to walk forward into the party room. “Who are you?!” The head of the royal guards assigned to secure the area that night stepped forward to block Ethan and Lexy as they entered. He looked so furious as if he was outraged to see such boldness to walk into the King’s party, obviously uninvited. The bright light was the sign telling everyone that those newcomers were not into pleasing the King or Queen. Had they been so, they would have been announced and acknowledged like everyone else.

King Borasco was astonishingly soft-spoken. He sounded like coaxing the High Priestess whom he had always seemed to look down on before this moment. “I am not sure my words would count as I am basically considered a slave in this kingdom, but despite being a mage, a creation not among the Moon Goddess, I have witnessed the same things every one of the witnesses had mentioned,” priestess Aquila spoke in her usual manner. Just as everyone in the kingdom knew her, even the King is aware that Aquila is not someone who would feel inferior to anyone; although she is not the meekly submissive one, she is also not someone to trample down on. Aquila is aware of the rules she has to abide by. She never intends to please anyone, not even the King or Queen. She just does whatever she is told to do, but if only she could, Aquila would never excerpt any effort. She is not a martyr, after all. “The Crown Prince is in a realm where he is given a second chance to redeem himself, and only with a ren