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Who does he think he is? Malia and Jaden now had to face Alpha Joseph's Beta, who, alongside him, used to enslave people. "Who do you think you are to come here and mess with the entire system of a pack? With the system of my pack!" he growled. "What?" Jaden slammed his hand on the table with all his strength. "Who do you think you are to speak to me in that tone? I am the Supreme Alpha King, in case you haven't been informed."

Alpha of the Nightveil Pack. The name alone silenced campfires, froze tongues, stilled laughter. Stories of "The Mad Alpha" ran rampant across the regions. Some said he killed his own Beta for betrayal. Others whispered of how he'd razed an entire rogue den alone, leaving only ash in his wake. A rare wolf, his madness wasn't mindless—it was sharp, controlled, and devastatingly strategic. Madness that understood too much of the world. Madness born of power that could not be contained. But there was no foam on his lips. No wildness in his gaze. Only... ice.

his voice was strained like he was holding back tears, “how do you think of the puns?” “I am not joking, I just found out. I also found out that it is my birthright to be Alpha. I know this is all too sudden and I am not trying to change your mind right now. But I need your help, I don’t know how else to make everyone believe me- heck I can't even believe myself. I am not here to fight or anything. I want us to join our heads together - I don't know what I am doing. So please, I need your help.”‘

The Silverfang Kingdom had only two kinds of people. Those born to rule. And those born to kneel. At the very center of the kingdom stood Blackthorn Palace, a towering fortress carved from black stone and surrounded by silver forests that glowed beneath the moonlight. The palace was home to the most feared bloodline in the werewolf realm—the royal Alpha family. Every servant trembled at the mere mention of them. Especially the king. Alpha King Kael Draven. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable.

I beckoned and the follow everyone who is trying to escape, every one of them and it didn't matter if it was the Luna, her daughters, sons, maids, slaves—one by one, my men finished them off. I focused on Johan and ran after him, my weight pushing him to the ground as I press him down, glaring and growling at him and he shifted back, frowning and I did the same. "You shouldn't have come here, Adrian," Johan says, his voice dripping with contempt. "You know what happened the last time you crossed into my territory." "I remember all too well," I reply, my voice cold and hard. "But this time, things will be different." Johan laughs, a cruel sound that echoes through the clearing. "You are fooli

That was all I felt too. The doors to the main hall opened, and the smell hit me first—cedar, smoke, and power. Then I saw him. Lucien Moretti. Alpha King of the Northern Territories. The man who slaughtered my father. The man who burned my pack to the ground when I was five years old. He sat on a throne of black stone like he owned the night itself. Tall, broad-shouldered, with eyes like molten silver. A scar cut across his jaw, and his jaw was clenched like he was holding back violence.

It seemed to have been a long time since anyone was last allowed into the Alpha King’s castle. That just made me all the more nervous. What if people didn’t like me? What if they thought I wasn’t worthy of all this praise and affection? I had already heard the rumours circulating that the Alpha King’s new wife was a witch in disguise and she had bewitched the king into loving her. How else would anyone explain how the cold-hearted Alpha King suddenly turned into a caring and devoted husband, after he supposedly slaughtered all his previous conquests? “Are you ready, m’lady?” the butler asked.

“It is forbidden for an Alpha to be seen with a non-shifter—” “I am the Alpha!” King Benjamin thundered. “I make the rules. This is my pack, and I do as I please. Everyone here answers to me—including you.” I tore myself from his hold and stared at him in disbelief. It was as though he had completely lost his mind. “Guards!” he called sharply. “Take her to my chambers and summon the chief maiden.” About thirty minutes later, his furious voice echoed through the halls as he confronted Madam Laura. “You have no right whatsoever to interfere in my affairs!” he barked.

“I’ll let you get your rest. Please try to get some sleep, Alpha Kendra.” “Get out,” Kendra rolled her eyes in an equally playful manner. “I’ll see you soon,” he said before he left. Once again, Kendra was alone. The adrenaline from having Derek there, and everything that followed, was wearing off. The reality of her situation was settling in again, causing panic to rise up. She had no idea what she was going to do, especially with the King coming in just a few short hours. She had heard of the Lycan King, a wolf who’s bloodline had been granted wolves by the Goddess herself, not through the lycanthropy virus, was a fair ruler, though cold. However, he was not one to be messed with, and he h

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.