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Kael continued, “And the blurred face, I had our tech team run enhancement filters.” My stomach twisted. “And?” He met my eyes. "The man in the video is you, Alpha.”

He scrubbed his hand over his face, smearing the evidence of what he’d done away—though he knew it still clung to him, in his scent, in his magic, in the way his eyes wouldn’t quite meet the Devil’s. Apollo stepped out. He was still monstrous. Still more beast than man. Horns curling sleek and black from his temples. One broken stub served as proof of what he used that piece of himself for. His skin was flushed, chest rising and falling in heavy, satisfied breaths. Power crackled over him in faint, golden threads, humming like banked lightning. But there was something else in his expression now. A softness buried under the cruelty. A fraction of relief. The look of a creature who had nearly

But I guess tonight, I will find out just exactly how strong she is. I close my eyes briefly and invoke Apollo. Time to sow your prowess buddy. A second passes, and then two. But my wolf does not come. Nothing happens. Something is wrong. Apollo has gone quiet, and so has the beast. My eyes snap open. Like seriously? Of all times? “Helios, son of Kronus, you are fast and strong, but you cannot survive against my powers!” I hear no bluff in her voice. She moves her arms as if stretching them, blood drips from her fingernails and in an instant, the tiny flame that floats nearby explodes into a big fiery ball. It comes hurtling my way.

He turned to face her and watched as realization begin to show on her face. “Lord Apophis!” she stated. “You are Felan.” He retorted. She stood up quickly and started to glow. Lord Apophis is not what she had pictured, but they never do. He stood massively huge and muscular. He had arms and legs like a human. His face looked like a lizard’s. He had fire for hair, which burned a light bluish purple. His hands and feet were claws. He had purple eyes, and his skin was rock-like.

We both had a significant height difference. He was almost as tall as Zachariah but a bit shorter. Apollo and Caleb were also equally tall. They had toned muscles with a bit of tattoos lingering on their backs and chest. Apollo had hazel orbs whilst Caleb and Ares had dark green ones. The three were hot. “Hey, stink-face, get your arm off her, you’re dirty and smelly.” Apollo stuck his tongue out him, making a weird gag face which made me cackle. “Shut up, I know you wanted to do that first but see who won the opportunity.” Ares smirked at his friend, while giving him a middle finger.

I do not have time to mourn everyone who dies in this battle at this very moment, I need to keep my focus and I will mourn and grieve for them later. Jonas’s wolf Onyx and Apollo are fighting tooth and nail. We have been trained together while we were growing up, sparing and matching each other every step of the way. I am bigger because I am the King, but Onyx is not small by any means. He grabs Apollo’s right front leg and shakes us. Apollo howls in pain, but he doesn’t let up. Apollo managed to get our leg free and kicked our cousin with our hind legs so he flew into a building behind him. He lands with a loud thumb, giving us time to focus on the front leg and the injury.

As a member of the Dragon Tribe, he also knew that he had to aim at the heart to kill the enormous creature. "I know that you won't hate me in your next life. You have lived far too longer than you really wanted. No, these are my excuses in order not to let my regrets overwhelm me. I am a bastard, the same kind of guy like these people from the Tribe. I swear I won't justify my actions, though. I won't try to convince myself that I had to kill you to pass the trial. The path of the betrayal, the path that I hate more than anything else... I willingly decided to follow it. I hope you'll never forgive me in the afterlife, as I won't ever forgive my personal enemies either. Yet, for some reason

I only know, I got it from him the day his hands touched me. “Answer me!” He shouted and I said, “I don't know what you're talking about and I didn't do anything with anyone.” “You little, whore!” He ran his hands through his hair and walked over to the table not too far from us. He grabbed his phone and immediately placed it on his ear. “Ma'am….not yet.” “I will, I just wanna have my way first.” He said and paused while the other person spoke but I couldn't hear it. “I promise she won't be breathing after I'm done… Listen, I saw a dark wolf mark on her left hand.” He paused, “I'm hundred percent sure it's the same Sona Mark from Alpha Krazy.” He announced.

Apollo releases his bite to swing his massive head toward the sound. We watch helplessly as a naked man, who’d been in wolf form only seconds before, climbs in through the jagged-edged hole and reaches for Olivia’s lifeless form. That’s when I realize she was their target all along. They knew she wouldn’t be alone, unprotected, and they came prepared. Apollo explodes, the flesh on his hip tearing away as he kicks the wolf off with his back legs. He turns on him in a flash, raking his claws down his belly and spilling his intestines on the forest floor.

But a ball of fire instead exploded from Ansel’s palms, aiming right for Beta Razel’s chest. The Beta shrieked in pain as it knocked him to the ground. Beta Apollo tensing beside him—panicking beside him. “Are you alright?!” “I’m fine, Apollo,” he hissed against gritted teeth. “I’m fine.” “Of course you are,” Ansel purred. Where Razel is the utmost equivalent of a hellhound, Apollo has been the more classically beautiful of the two. With the golden of his hair, even the light shied away from the elegant planes of his face. Handsome for a Beta who also prefers another handsome face in his bed.