All Chapters of Four Times Rejected, Destined for The Throne: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

As Ettire re-entered the space where the show was being held, the press conference had just begun. Journalists were tapping their feet with impatience, their questions focused more on Anna's private life than the sensational show that had just concluded. Still, a few managed to contain their impatience and began with the business portion of the conference. "Anna, you're from Woodcrest, yet you held the gala event here in Blue Moon," a reporter started. "Besides your friendship with Margie, is there another reason for this, since this is the first pack where Lunar Crest is opening a branch?" Before she could even answer, another journalist fired a question. "Lunar Crest was only recently founded and is already a multi-million-dollar enterprise. What's the secret to your success? Do you have pillars of support in the business world helping you get ahead?" "Is it because of your mating with Al

Anna’s Point of View The air crackled with a triumphant energy that was almost as intoxicating as the victory itself. I stood on the stage, the adrenaline that had carried me through the press conference now giving way to a bone-deep weariness. The flashing of cameras still continued, but they no longer felt overwhelming. They were proof of what I had just accomplished. My legs felt like they were made of lead, and the professional smile I had plastered on my face was starting to ache, but it was all worth it. I had done it! "You were incredible," Amy said with a mixture of pride and awe. "I can't believe how you handled all those questions. You're a natural, Anna." Margie, never one for many words, didn't say anything. She just pulled me into a tight hug, her embrace a solid, reassuring anchor in the whirlwind of a night. "I knew you could d

Desperately, I deepened the kiss, a silent language passing between us, my hands undressing him impatiently as his lips consumed mine. As my mouth finally left his, a trail of fire followed down his body, my fingers digging into his butt, pulling him closer. My movements under him left nothing to the imagination, the thick, heady scent of my arousal filling the room. It was an unspoken invitation, a reckless demand for all of him. The Hawk chuckled softly, a low, guttural sound that he couldn't hide. It wasn't a laugh of amusement, but of pure, unadulterated need. I shifted, spreading my legs to ride his hardness, feeling it rise in hot, electric response to my need. A deep, throaty sound escaped him, a primal groan of surrender, and in an instant, he had me naked and gasping for air. "You little devil," he whispered hoarsely, his lips close to my ear as his hands gently but firmly held my wrists above my

In the Palace of the Royal Family …. "You mean to tell me that cursed Alpha defied my command?! That wild devil! Look at him! He's lucky to be alive, if his pack hadn't backed him, I would have had him executed a long time ago! And now he dares to disregard my orders!" A white-hot rage pulsed through King Arthur. He could not believe what his Chief Warrior had just reported. He had suspected that Alpha Atticus's failure to appear for roll call was an act of deliberate sabotage. When the guards came with the ridiculous story that the man was suffering from a contagious disease, he knew for certain that he was being played for a fool. His Lycan senses, sharper than a blade, had detected no sickness, only the lingering scent of wild abandon. "Is he trying to rebel? Does he dare?" the King ground out, his knuckles turning white as he clenched the edge of his massive mahogany desk. Chief Warrior Walther shook his head, a port

Alpha Atticus Point of View still Yeah, give the King all the credit in the world. The man knew exactly how to make my life a living hell. He knew how to wage a slow war on my mind, how to grind my hope into dust, and how to drive me to the very edge of my sanity. The hours did not just pass, they were a slow descent into a living grave. They were eating at me, eroding my patience and will. Days bled into weeks, each one a cold, dark blade that scraped against my sanity inside this unforgiving underground cell, where every moment felt like a hundred years. The absence of light was a choking pressure, a constant reminder of how far I had fallen. Four stone walls and a small hatch, through which a meal was slid twice a day, this was my entire world. There were no other prisoners to talk to, only a suffocating, deathly silence that pressed in on me like a physical burden. The o