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If anyone got closer, they would definitely smell the strong scent leaking out from under the door. Matthias moved fast. He reached the door and yanked it open, ready to block whoever was coming. To his surprise, it was a janitor, a man he had never seen before. The janitor carried a new scent, clearly not from the Redborne pack. The man bowed his head with polite respect. “Greetings, Lycan. I am Ben from the Blacklore pack. I just started today. Miss Paloma explicitly told me to assist you.” There it was again, the title “Lycan.” Matthias frowned, suspicion twisting in his gut at the perfect timing. But he shrugged it off. Maybe Paloma really was trying to help after what they had done.

"Pick a side, brother. Because there won't be any middle ground left when this is finished." I walked past him toward the shower, leaving bloody footprints on the expensive hardwood. In my mind, Orion had settled into watchful patience, our rage transformed into something colder and more dangerous—determination. Emma would be mine. The abominations she carried would never draw breath. And Theo would learn what happened when a Lycan tried to claim what belonged to a true Alpha wolf.

I had missed him more than I could say. "But why are you here?" I asked. James hesitated, then finally spoke. "I need your help, Liam. It's important. And it's dangerous." I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What kind of help?" James took a deep breath. "There's a group of humans. They call themselves the Hunters. They're after us, Liam. They're after our kind." I felt a chill run down my spine. The Hunters were a group of humans who hunted and killed werewolves. They were ruthless and relentless, and they had already taken out several packs in the area.

What has this woman done again. "What did you do?" She glared at my questioning tone but answered nonetheless. "I got your hunter dogs to her pack" She sent my men to do her dirty works again, the original lycan demons are of six group, I perfected most of the; we have the Titanics , the Banshees, the Hunters, the Sentinels, the Greyhounds and the Igarus. She created robotic muscled wolves I perfected them to robotic humanoid who can shift at will, a replica of the original Lycans only with a few screws.

“I’m not just something you can claim. You didn’t even give me a choice when you marked me.” “Would you rather I let you die?” Aeron snarls back. I stare at him eyes wide open. I know he’s right. He didn’t do it out of ownership. He did it to save my life but still, I feel violated, I feel like my choices have been taken from me. Again. “It’s part of the curse of being able to pup Lycans.” Orion says. “Curse?” I repeat, looking back at him. “Isn’t it? You can give any Alpha a gift no other person can and for that you are hunted.”

One final tear falls from her eyes as the pain finally subsides and her last breath leaves her body, falling limp in his arms as he releases his seed inside her. ----- Nathaniel is talking to the Mane of the Pride when all of a sudden a loud haunting howl and hiss mix along with an immeasurable wave of his Royal aura power was pulled from Hunter and Cole. Hunter takes control and shifts into his full Lycan, still allowing Cole and Nathaniel to share. Hunter doesn’t stop the waves of his Royal aura as he then runs past everyone who is now on their knees. He runs into the Den, down through the halls and into the dungeons. He doesn’t stop until he reaches that one cell.

I look at him for a moment seeing that he really doesn't know who I'm talking about. "Are you serious?" Max asks him looking just as confused as Ryan. "Do I suppose to know who this Lycan is or something?" Ryan looking lost. "Dude where the fuck have you been, under a rock?" Max says. "A Lycan is the original breed of werewolves, but they all died off many years ago. The Lycan king was locked away long before any of us was born," I tell Ryan before looking back down at Lester, hearing a couple of groans come from him as Donna stitch up his wounds.

Killing them all is worth me tolerating this bloodsucker. "I came here with an offer. I'm going to kill the Lycan king and everyone that he cares about, and I wonder if you would be interested in helping. As they say, the enemy of my enemy can be a friend." I say, getting to the point. He turns around looking at me. He slightly frowns, watching me for a moment, "Your scent is a bit strange. Who are you ?" He asks. "I'm Lucious, son of the Alpha King. I'm a hybrid, half-wolf, half-vampire." I tell him.

Ruby asked, taking a sip from her champagne. “Ruby, do you have any idea who that is?” Eve asked, tearing her gaze from Zayn. “Who?” Ruby asked, and Eve showed Zayn to her before he exited the auditorium. “Oh him? I'm surprised you don't know him, guess he came for Wright. He is Zayn Malik, he's an elder, the youngest elder among the twelve elders of the Lycan council. But he's the youngest only in looks, Zayn Malik is older than most of the other elders- He's lived for centuries.” Ruby explained.

Guests dropped their gazes instinctively-prey recognizing a predator. The scent of pine and storm swept in, primal and commanding. All heads turned. A man stepped inside, flanked by two towering guards draped in black and silver. He was tall—taller than even Reyes—with broad shoulders, sleek black hair, and eyes like steel. His aura was cold, ancient, and undeniable. Gasps echoed through the room. A Lycan. The Lycan Prince. He walked with purpose, eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on me. His steps slowed.