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It wouldn’t be wrong to call them to have an almost fanatical glow… "Sol Dragona Luxuria. You are the heir of this kingdom. You are the future king of Lustburg. More importantly, you are the son of the hero king. The man who saved this world. The man, the hero, who immortalized himself with his deeds. Never forget that. This title isn't just a boon for you. This is also a curse. A weight. A burden that will try to crush you at every moment of your life." The fanatical glow in her eyes dimmed before changing into a sad melancholic light, a light that spoke tales of the tiredness, the helplessness, and the pain their wielder held.

The codes began to unravel, revealing a hidden message that made her heart skip a beat. "It's a map," River breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "It leads to a hidden artifact within the pack lands." Selene's excitement mirrored River's, their bond thrumming with anticipation. River's fingers trembled as she followed the map, her eyes widening as she realized the artifact's significance. "It belongs to the first Lycan King," River whispered, awe etched on her face. "The founder of our kingdom." The room seemed to fade away, replaced by visions of ancient battles, of mighty warriors, and of a legendary king who had shaped the course of their history. River felt a deep connection to the

The man whose face I had just beheld in awe is none other than the King of Utrif. My mate is the ruler of a realm where rogues like me are branded as criminals, hunted and despised. Noah lifts one brow—a picture of complete and utter nonchalance. "I'm—" a rogue. He's the king. This can't be. There has to be a mistake. His arms are crossed. "Yes?" I shake my head and turn to glass wall. The moment I reach the end I realise I have no lungs. No breathes. There is no air.

“I am Dane Vale. The lycan king, and your boss.” I could see the moment his face turned white. I was sure mine had turned white too. I had to look around to make sure that I did not just hear the wrong thing. Never did I expect to ever be in the presence of the lycan king. The man that was called the living legend, because no one had ever seen him. There were no pictures ever taken of him, and even his business partners barely got to see him. He was almost like a ghost. There used to be rumours that he was very ugly which was why he did not like showing his face out.

Dark figures stepped out from behind him. Dozens of them. Rogue wolves. Dark witches. Masked mercenaries. Within seconds, the chamber was surrounded. Wesley moved protectively in front of me. "You'll never leave this place alive." James laughed. "Bold words." "But even the Lycan King cannot fight an army." Liam's hands ignited with blue flames. "Want to test that theory?" James ignored him. Instead, he looked directly at Orion. "Guardian." "I invoke the ancient law."

Like I did for Alpha Blade, King OG, and many others, they were very smart and great rulers, and indeed they showed their greatness through their wisdom, as they were wise enough to abandon their respective pack and kingdoms and run very far away before I got to them, sparing their miserable lives. Of course, I did the same for Alpha Alexandra, but the thing is, he is a very, very proud white wolf, who doesn't think before he strikes. He's not one to abandon his pack and run away for any reason, talk more of running away from an omega he defeated and banished for weakness many years ago. When my messengers got to his pack house to deliver my message to him, they said to him, "We have a messa

Another set of thoughts was diving inside her and also she began to have a little fear building up inside her. "Wow, that little Draco must have a big fate ahead of him. I always knew he was something and I guess my instinct is proven right. I've heard of the legend of the white wolf also and he was the strongest of our kind. I would even say he was the Alpha king" Erica intervened. "So Draco is the Alpha king?" Ana asked. "It seems both our sons are destined for greater things" Elsie who was quiet and lost in deep thought finally voiced it. She was gazing blankly at the window ahead of her.

"Everyone must now be asking who King Ayden is, and where sera is now, so I'm going to tell you a little story. Since ancient times, there was a kingdom so far from the human world, that enchanted kingdom was created in a place where no one can Humans can see it or reach it no matter how hard they try and it has always been preserved by magic so that no human can know anything about it. At one time in that kingdom there was a king who had three sons of males and they were werewolves, and what are meant by werewolves are the people who turn into wolves. This king and his kingdom were The strongest of the werewolves factions and they all transformed into white wolves when transformed. This kin

The air smelled of dust and old paper. “So, I did a bit of digging using the names you provided. It was hard, but I remembered reading a bit about him years ago,” she said, sliding a picture toward me. It was a drawing in a slightly cartoonish, old-fashioned font, but the distinguishing features were unmistakable. The dark blonde hair, the piercing green eyes. “Let me introduce you to King Alaric Anjou the Third. The King of all humans, werewolves, and magical creatures alike.”

Eli whispered under his breath. One of the strangers laughed softly, as if amused. “So fast,” he said. “As expected of the Alpha King.” Eli’s head snapped toward Kieran at that word again. Alpha King. That title didn’t make sense to him, but the way those men said it—like it meant something powerful, something feared—made his stomach tighten. Kieran didn’t respond. His posture had changed completely. Gone was the calm, unreadable expression from before. Now there was something sharper.