All Chapters of Biting the King: A Rogue’s Second Sunrise: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

AZEL WHITMORE POV"Would your inner wolves like some steamed chive and egg dumplings for breakfast?" Nyra asks, turning his head toward Darius and Ezekiel with a super sweet, fake smile. "Our ration bags are completely out of fresh game meat, so we only have wild eggs and green chives left in the camp.""Of course! My wolf absolutely loves chive dumplings," Darius answers eagerly, puffing out his chest."Sounds great to me," Ezekiel nods, his eyes cutting away from my breakfast table."I will go roll the dough for you guys right now," Nyra says obediently.Darius throws his massive arm right around Nyra’s shoulder, pulling the omega close against his fur. "My little brother is just so capable and sweet."Nyra rubs his head against Darius's neck in a habitual pack gesture. "Brother Darius, just sit back and wait for my delicious cooking.""Leyla, are your paws going to join our feast too?" Nyra asks with a warm smile the second they finish their cuddly display, spotting Zinnia Frost st

Just then, Ezekiel stomps back through the stone archway holding a dead river fish and a jar of sour cabbage, overhearing Ronan's loud mocking words. He stares at me with a massive wave of envy burning in his chest, his wolf completely unable to comprehend why my spirit is doting on a rogue champion like Ronan so much. If the live broadcast drones weren't hovering right over our heads, his alpha ego would have made him march straight to my bench to demand that I cook a hot pot for his own plate.Before his mouth can bark a word, Nyra runs straight out of the cooking lodge. "Alpha Ezekiel, your paws are finally back!" he greets loudly. He shoots a quick, competitive glance at me, then swiftly snatches the dead fish and cabbage right out of Ezekiel’s hands. "We wanted fish tonight, so your brave alpha paws went out to hunt it down for us. You worked so super hard for my sake," he says, raising his voice intentionally to provoke my wolf. He desperately wants to show the network that Ezek

Malachi nods his head super fast. "Yes. His spirit cared so intensely about your physical health in the past. Your mouth can just tell his wolf that your old body is feeling super unwell and needs his presence back home. Your eyes haven't been sleeping peacefully lately, right? This is the perfect opportunity for his paws to return and give your shoulders a massage. As long as his wolf quits the broadcast and leaves the arena, our pack can always compensate his wallet with a few minor tracking jobs later. After all, he is still our biological bloodline. Our family can't treat his career completely unfairly, right?" He secretly plans to lock my wolf down under a restrictive pack contract the second my boots step inside their gates.Tavian Blackridge, who had been sitting quietly in the corner, chimes in with a slick smirk. "If Azel’s wolf obeys and comes back to the keep, my next theatrical crystal drama can easily grant his wolf the role of the second male lead."The glorious role of

Back in those days, his proud heart had accepted my care and swallowed the hot meals, but sometimes his elite ego found my presence somewhat bothersome and annoying, his mouth questioning why my wolf felt the absolute need to be so deeply involved in his daily life. Now, however, sitting completely alone in the cold, silent clinic den with a needle sticking out of his skin, his inner beast can't help but feel a massive, suffocating wave of nostalgia for my lost warmth.Being entirely left behind in the dark hospital room, hooked up to a cold drip, a deep sense of vulnerability shakes his alpha pride. At the exact same time, a dark doubt creeps into his brain: Does little Nyra truly care about his physical survival at all? The omega explicitly knew his gut was completely torn up after swallowing raw dumplings in the morning, yet his paws still served a heavy river fish with such an overwhelming, greasy stench for dinner. Was it just pure, thoughtless stupidity on Nyra’s part, or did hi

AZEL WHITMORE POV"Drop your weight into your hind legs, Solomon, and let your inner beast guide the strike!" I bark, my voice cutting through the crisp, six-o'clock morning mist. My boots are firmly planted on the cold stone of the training circle as I slide into a low defensive stance.Solomon Veyne grunts, adjusting his stance beside me. "Azel, your speed at dawn is completely insane. My wolf can barely keep up with your shadow."The Lunar Veil Dominion camera drones are already hovering quietly around the perimeter, their red recording lenses glowing as they stream our early morning training session directly to the MoonNet Circle. Thousands of pack warriors and arena fans have been waiting on the network since dawn just to catch my physical drills.I wear a simple, form-fitting black combat vest and dark training trousers, my short silver hair completely free of oils, and my face bare of any royal powder.“Goddess, the young alpha’s natural visual strike is completely unmatched!”