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a third voice added, sharp and quick. The king turned to face them fully. “What do you expect me to do? Call an attack on guests? We’d lose. They’re werewolves.” “You don’t attack stronger prey head-on,” said a taller elf, stepping from the shadows. His voice was smooth. His smile, colder. “You don’t face them. You bleed them. You strike from behind.” He stepped into the firelight. “That’s why I put silver powder in the food they just ate.”

His lips didn’t pucker, no flinching, no sweating—none of the usual human reactions to extreme spiciness. “Is he… a robot?” Jeslyn muttered under her breath. “Mmm,” Leonel hummed with a nod. “Interesting. There's a spicy kick to it. New experiment?” Jeslyn’s eyes widened. What?! He likes it?! “Uh… yeah,” she answered quickly, almost reflexively. “It’s… a new variant. Hellfire Lava Dessert.” Leonel smirked. “Nice name. Fits a woman like you.” “A woman like me?” Jeslyn raised a brow.

He will be aiming to kill as many of our Warriors as he can. ‘I thought we had made a deal with him?’ The Elf King frowned at the Dragon King, ‘We did, and unfortunately, that means each of us sending four of our Warriors to their almost certain deaths, so I advise you to pick wisely. If that Fae Prince thinks he is getting my four elite men, he is very much mistaken. I will be giving him four journey men, those who have overstayed their time with no advancement, who view my army as a place to earn good money for very little effort. I am sure you all have such men in your ranks, too?’

Murmurs of confusion. I shake my head, my amusement melting. “Oh, you poor, clueless souls.” My voice drips with pity. “Do you even realize what you’re saying?” I let the silence stretch before delivering the final blow. “Your so-called ‘Alpha Santa’—the one granting your wishes, giving you gifts, ensuring your survival?” I slowly lift my hand and point directly at Elijah, who stands rigid, his expression unreadable. “That’s him.” The crowd freezes. Elijah’s eyes widen just slightly, a flicker of something crossing his face before he quickly masks it.

She shivered. "I get it you will be busy," She pouted, "As you will," I said back, and she nodded. I turned around to keep cooking our lunch, " Al?" She called out to me. I turned around. "Yes, Little Flower?" I replied, "Let's make a deal... right here and now..." she said, and I stiffened. Elf's promises were unbreakable. Once we have sealed a deal with someone, it would be physically painful not to comply. It will become an Elven Oath.

They looked like they were sculpted out of blue diamonds, so shiny and soft. The elf asks me if I am thirsty and hands me a bottle with a special pink juice. I thank him and drink it all up and as soon as I finish the bottle I feel full of energy. I ask what kind of juice it was and the elve tells me that it is a secret recipe of theirs that acts like a cure for anything a creature might lack. I thank them and think to myself that what I lack more than energy is a great fuck. The elf looks at me and smiles while touching my leg.

I ask them about the elf king, and Gavrill says he just spoke with him the other day. “I thought my grandfather was the elf king?” Haven asks. “The elves have what are known as lesser kings. They help Eluf, the true king, watch over all the elves. Think of it like the president of the US. There is the president; then there are the governors that manage the individual states.” Gavrill says. “That makes sense.” Haven replies. “Although I am still confused about why he is such a purist. Elves don’t mate outside their species often, but they also fully believe in the bond. Eluf’s mate is a witch/dragon hybrid.” Gavrill adds.

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"Elsa I promised you that I was going grant three of your requests today's the alpha king . I watched Elsa suddenly walked woyy eitu big smikerson her face while the whole room was quite waiting for what he was going bto day . "Thank you aloha for making this dream of mine come true.I know you are a man who hates being delayed without wasting much time. I would love to mention my three requests . "Go on 'the slogan kind of says, staring at her . Firstly I want my parents being brought to this pack , including all my friends and loved ones " "Done" I want all your wife's divorced, "Sue said . The moment she said those state farms I could see the way the rest queens flared hard at her .