All Chapters of Biting the King: A Rogue’s Second Sunrise: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“You’re telling me she dragged us into the world just to treat us like strays?” I downed the burn of the fire-whiskey, the raw amber liquid stinging my throat as my inner wolf stirred, restless and hungry.Amirah leaned back against the distressed leather sofa inside Frostclaw Hollow, her dark eyes flashing with a familiar, bitter embers. “Exact same story. The moment our paws could carry us, she dumped me on her mother’s pack line and dropped Ezekiel at our grandfather’s ancestral den. The old wolves stripped us of our rank, stole our pelts, and handed our winter gear to the main-line cousins. Every time I ran back to her, howling about how they were biting us down to the bone, she just barked at me for being a weak, disobedient pup who lacked respect for the elders.”She paused, taking a long pull from her own glass, her claws imperceptibly lengthening against the rim. “They only kept us around because the Foster pack fed tribute to her bloodline as long as we stayed in their territ

"If you think I am going to let Malachi and Darius keep butchering the pack's elite enforcers, you are dead wrong," I growl, tossing my leather jacket onto the passenger seat as Amirah guns the engine of the war-rig.The heavy v8 motor roars to life, vibrating through the metal floorboards of the vehicle, matching the restless thrashing of my inner wolf. My chest heaves under my fitted tactical vest, my lungs burning with the lingering stench of ozone and scorched earth from our last confrontation with my brothers.Amirah flashes a razor-sharp smirk, shifting into gear as we tear out of the underground garage beneath Frostclaw Hollow. "Malachi's arrogance is going to be his downfall. He genuinely believes that just because he wears the Lead Enforcer crest, every fighter in Lunar Veil Dominion will bow down and take his abuse.""He demoted Vane Wills," I say, my knuckles turning white against the dashboard as we surge onto the moonlit mountain pass. "Vane was the chief strategist of th

"Vane Wills, if you do not want your pack line wiped out in the shadow wars, I suggest you take your hands off that steering wheel and listen," I say, knocking twice on the heavy reinforced glass of the armored transport.Vane snaps his head toward me, dropping his half-burnt rolled leaf onto the console. His amber eyes flash with the weary, predatory instinct of an elite frontier officer who knows he has been sidelined. He stares through the dark glass, recognizing my face instantly—and the silver Whitmore crest resting above my heart."Lord Azel?" Vane rasps, cracking the iron-bound door open just enough for the thick scent of old blood and copper to drift out into the cool evening air. "What is an elite heir of Whitmore Moonkeep doing lurking around the borders of the Silverfang Academy?"He knows who I am. Every pack enforcer in Lunar Veil Dominion knows I am the biological son Lord Cedric and Lady Evelyne tried to silence. They know Malachi stripped my rank as Lead Enforcer, and

"Vane Wills didn't bring his battle-squad here to talk peace, and he certainly didn't come to play by the Dominion's rules," I say, leaning against the cold stone table inside Frostclaw Hollow as I trace the glowing boundary runes on our map.Amirah Kingsley lets out a dark, vicious chuckle from across the room, her hazel eyes flashing yellow in the dim light. "He brought five of the Dominion's top tactical officers with him, Azel. When Gary Wills showed his men the stolen ledgers—the ones proving Malachi Whitmore was skimming their medical herbs to fuel Nyra Vale's cosmetic blood-salves—they nearly tore the central vault apart.""Malachi is an arrogant fool who thinks a inherited title gives him absolute authority over warriors," I state smoothly, my inner wolf thrashing against my ribs with pure, predatory satisfaction. "He expected Vane to sit in that third-tier border post and rot quietly. He never expected Vane to walk straight into the eastern barracks, lay out the proof of his

“Ronan Nightcrest didn’t just add fuel to the fire, he dropped a tactical flame-charm right onto their pack-house roof,” I say, leaning over the stone war-table inside Frostclaw Hollow as Amirah hands me the latest updates from the MoonNet Circle.Amirah grins, her hazel eyes glittering in the dim torchlight of our enclave. “The entire territory is talking about it. Malachi tried to claim he was offering you the highest alliance contract in the five territories out of brotherly love, and then Ronan posted the Star-Pack Citadel contract right next to it. Everyone can see Whitmore Moonkeep offered you absolute trash.”I swipe through the glowing projection on my comm-slate, feeling my inner wolf hum with dark, bitter satisfaction. “Zac—Ronan, I mean—loves watching my blood-brothers squirm. He’s been waiting for an excuse to drag Malachi’s name through the mud.”“And Felix Reich didn’t even stop him,” Amirah laughs, resting her hands on her hips. “Felix hates the Whitmore pack’s arroganc