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There was silence as he stepped down toward me. “Damian of the Silverclaw Pack,” he addressed. “You’ve invaded our land and drawn blood in our city. Explain yourself.” But I couldn’t take my eyes off Skye. “You…” I rasped. “You’re here…” She looked away. “She was taken from me,” I said, louder now. “She’s my mate. She belongs with me!” “Enough!” the Lycan King’s voice boomed. “You do not own her.” “She is my daughter,” he said. “Skye is the long-lost heir to the Lycan throne. My blood. My only child."

“We are enemies, remember? I would never do anything that would save you from trouble in any way, shape or form. Judging from how rattled you are right now, it means you’re doing something your father condemns, so how about I go back to the house right now and expose your little secret?” “You wouldn't dare, you miserable jerk!” Savannah shrieked with her temper exploding as she pushed me back roughly. “You are just a pathetic, arrogant child who cannot handle a woman putting him in his place! You want to ruin my freedom because your own daddy locked your allowance away like a spoiled little boy!”

"My offer still stands though. You are a beautiful woman and it will be a shame for you to just waste away by his side. If you ever need a real man's touch other than that monster's, you can always come to me and I will give you a good time." My wolf jumped with disgust at his words. I wanted to slap him right there, discipline him for his nonsense. But I could not afford to anger the Alpha King. Adrian was still the crown prince. Embarrassing him right here would not only harm him but our entire family name. The Skull name. It was a risk too huge to take. So I balled my hands into fists instead. I needed to endure for now, then think of a way to deal with him or expose him before all eyes l

“Your Majesty, you are a guest here. A honoured one, but still a guest. Red Moon matters must be handled with care.” Caleb took one step forward, and the air changed. The lamps along the wall flickered. “I am also the Lycan King,” he said. “And I will say this once where every listening ear can carry it properly. If another wolf touches Alexander Grey, traps him, harms him, or uses rank to corner him, I will treat it as an attack on me.” A sharp breath passed through the wolves watching from nearby corners. Rowan’s face did not change, but Alexander saw his fingers tighten around the edge of his robe.

I wore a facemask, hiding from watchful eyes, and for the first time, I told her everything—about Simon, about the marriage that had nearly destroyed me, about the lies spun so tightly I couldn’t breathe. She listened, eyes blazing with outrage. “That’s it. Never trust those rich assholes. They’re always hiding something—cheaters, liars, psychos. There’s always something rotten.” I laughed weakly. “I was rich once, remember? And I wasn’t any of those things.” “You,” she said firmly, “were the rare exception. And that’s why you have Ajax. He’s proof of the good in you.” She reached over to pat his head. “That boy is pure blessing.”

George exclaimed, applauding. But then his tone turned sour. "So, you're this shameless and desperate?" he sneered. "Weren't you the one who said you wouldn't work for me? And just a few days ago, you didn't care about my personality?" A mischievous smile crossed his face as he continued, "Well, well, well, the proud peacock is right in front of me. It's quite a shame to see mighty Lisa stooping so low as to be my secretary."

I turned my head slowly toward him, my grin now thin, feral, humorless. “Call me a mere rogue again,” I said low, steady, deadly, “and I’ll show you exactly what a mere rogue can do.” Their arrogance faltered… only slightly, but I saw it. The twitch of hesitation in their shoulders. The flicker of doubt in their eyes. These weren’t warriors anymore. They were politicians, merchants of legacy and pride, hiding behind ancient names and wealth while men like me bled for the right to survive. “You won’t leave this hall alive,” Malrik growled, taking a step down from the raised platform, hunger for violence flickering in his expression.

He fought like someone who had mastered every weapon ever forged. The battle had only just begun, yet Wesley was already being driven backward. James watched with satisfaction from atop the broken altar. "I told you," he called mockingly. "No warrior alive can defeat the Sky King." Captain Elyria shook her head. "That isn't the real Orion." Tears filled her eyes as she looked upon her king. "The Shadow Dragon is controlling him." Liam raised the Staff of Aether. "There has to be a way to break the corruption!" "There is," Elyria answered.

He simply nodded. "Have you had breakfast?" He asked and I shook my head. "Alright, I'll leave you to quickly do that. I just wanted to give something to you. I received an invitation letter from Marcus," he stated, and I furrowed my brows. "Marcus?" I asked in a whisper. "Marcus Taylor?" I threw him a questioning look, and he beamed at me, causing me to gasp. "If I am right, then he is the youngest son of the Moon Hunter pack?" I confirmed and he nodded briefly.

He takes my hand and says, “Because, Miss Serra, you have no choice but to trust me. You have no one. No husband. No in-laws. No power in your Kingdom. And your family? I doubt they will be able to recognize you.” I sniffle softly. Here I am, a wounded mage who can barely use magic anymore. A hideous mage who has fallen from grace and living off Caius’ charity and pity. “And besides, Miss Serra. Don’t you want to take revenge against your husband? The Lycan King Gideon Dunkerson?”