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Since then, no Rogue King had ever lived beyond their 33 years. “It's painful to say, but that's the truth… no king has lived beyond 33 years. That's if they're lucky to see 30 years…You can’t fight this… You belong to them, if you continue to fight it, it will consume you and take you by force. Nothing can break this curse…” “Because other kings weren't successful in their mission doesn't mean I'd be like them, mum…” I said with a frown. I refuse to be like every other Rogue king.

Dustin stated. Striker’s fire reached to the Fog and it parted to reveal a man’s face who seemed to be in his late 20’s. Unlike the other Lycans, his eyes were not black. They were a stormy grey. His gaze was fixed on Dustin as his lips curled into a half-lipped smirk. “ Intriguing. ” He said before the Dark Fog snapped to the ground and filled the space again. I heard the thud and knew the King of the South landed somewhere around me. Striker ignited the area once more, revealing Aleister standing close to Dustin.

I'm sorry," Cardo said to Ales, who grinned and drew him into an embrace. I was overjoyed as I watched them, especially watching Ales smile. "Who exactly are you?"Ales inquired as he and his brother watched me with bated breath. "I'm King Arthur, the alpha king of the werewolf kingdom," I said, and I could see the look of surprise on their faces. "Woww, that's awesome. I eventually met a werewolf. I've read a lot about werewolves and am really fascinated by them,"Ales replied and his words made me happier. My eyes were drawn to Cardo, who was silent.

Dad repeated. My fist clenched tightly. Lorelei has never shown interest in taking part in the King’s game so I was never worried about her until now— this completely changes everything. Only one more game before we reach the finals but now, I might die in that woman’s hands before I even advanced further. “She won’t be accepting this challenge” Aiden told Dad as if that was a given. None of them supported the idea to go against that woman. The goddess of death. She was called that because whoever stood in front of her always ends up losing their lives. No one ever wanted to cross paths with her. She was ruthless in every game she played, merciless against her enemies, stronger than even mos

I asked the servant who was told to accompany me. “Oh, he is King Jackob Arkhan, Princess. It could be said that King Jackob Arkhan is the second strongest king in the world after King Alden and King Aldan. His land holdings became the most extensive, with wealth and captive packs even stretching from all corners of the world. So he was feared by the other Alpha Kings, and was known as the cold-blooded Alpha King.” Immediately the hairs on the back of my neck tingled completely when I heard that, Cold-blooded King was a truly terrifying term. I can imagine how many werewolf lives he had destroyed.

Their new position made it easier to look into his eyes while her upper body struggled with being close to his body. “You are not lying.” She found it odd. “This is really your first time?” “Why would I lie about that?” He seemed confused. “If I have had sexual encounters before, I would say it. As I said, you are my mate. You are the only one I am meant to make love to.” He was starting to sound too good to be true. “Wait…” Her head tilted to the side. “You said you used to be an Alpha King.” Rose was yet to fully believe all that. “Did you not have a queen or something like that? Did you rule by yourself?”

He looked away toward the dais where the High Oracle, an ancient woman with cataract-clouded eyes, stood beside Bianca, who knelt before the slumped, dying queen on her throne. “Brothers and sisters of Camelot,” Kael’s voice carried across the hall. “We stand at the edge of a cliff. To the west, the Lycan King Darius gathers his forces. His shadow already touches our borders, and war is no longer a rumor.” A ripple of fear went through the crowd. "To protect this pack," Kael continued, "I need to be strong. And my pack needs a strong queen. Tonight, I choose my Luna.” I took a step forward, my heart hammering in my chest. Choose us. We can be strong together.

A second rogue whispered, eyes darting wildly, “Isn’t that… isn’t that the Alpha of Rogues?” Those words. The weight of that title crashed into the clearing like thunder. Alpha of Rogues. The one wolves whispered about at night, when they thought no one was listening. A wolf with no pack-blood right to leadership, but who had fought for it, killed for it, earned it through brutality alone. Feared by the council. Hated by the purebloods. Respected by no one, but dreaded by everyone. A war-forged, battle-scarred king among monsters.

It says The Alpha King in the picture because I'm currently trying to get the book title switched to that! For anyone confused about why there are two different names. Happy New Year!!