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I responded with the same kind of pat on his back, which strangely made him give me a surprised stare. Then I greeted Aria and instantly heard a few snarls from the warriors. Tyrion fisted his hands. "I'll handle it," he strained through his teeth before walking forward and facing all of the warriors. "Let me be clear about one thing: I will not tolerate treating my former Beta as a traitor!" he growled, letting his aura, cover those who dared show their discontent caused by my presence. I grabbed Tyrion's hand. "Alpha, I appreciate what you're doing, but I'd rather just come inside and skip the official part."

The priest cleared his throat nervously reciting some things. She could barely listen to him as her eyes watched the man before her. Huge, so huge he was dominating. Dark curly hair and grey eyes that looked silver on sunlit days. Broad shoulders and heavily calloused hands held her soft ones. A scar on right eyebrow and one his lips. The title 'Tryant King' fit him to a tee. This man was a very scary man. But he was smiling at her and his eyes held the gentlest light. She returned with one of her own, albeit forced.

The familiar scent of his herbs and mixes overwhelmed me. My feet wouldn’t move. A montage made of the sweetest poison flooded my mind, as I relived every moment that led up to… And then the door creaked open. Tyrion stepped out, squinting toward the light. He glanced around, slowly. His eyes skimmed across the trees… and landed right on me. He wrinkled his brow. He turned and stepped back inside without saying a word. I blinked. Was he ignoring me? Could he see me?

' This earned him quite the glances as many wondered why he was behaving like this. Lavana, who had abruptly awakened, gotten comfort from her mate and was about to doze off again on the comforting chest of her mate, was moved to attempt standing but her mate stopped her. She looked at him in disbelief, pointing at Tyrion. Hearing the word 'Father' had made her open her eyes wide. "That... That's your son?" "Yeah," he replied smugly. "Told you you won't be able to hug him." She sighed in defeat as she dropped her hand. "You win."

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Matteo Romano. He rose from the shadowed corner, towering, broad-shouldered, his black suit tailored with the precision of a king in exile. His face was carved in lines of command: sharp jaw, straight nose, lips that could give orders like death sentences. But it was his eyes that froze the blood in her veins. obsidian, fathomless and unreadable. Il Re di Ferro. The Blood King. Whispers rippled through the hall like wind through dry leaves. No one expected him here. No one dared to speak his name too loudly.

He was a high-fashion man and had once arrived late to his anniversary because of his body care routine. On my left are the twin brothers, Tyriel and Tyrion. Richard's last children and Carlan’s younger brothers. They both shared the same features and took after their mother, blonde bouncy curly waves and sharp black eyes. Tyrion was the nerdy one. Always too serious. Too quiet and introverted. And entirely different from Tyriel. Tyriel was a genius. And had closed the most deals in their father's company. But he was terrible at breaking rules, he loved parties and women, and was good at languishing money. Though they were just 22, and I was two years older.

He commanded. Surprise flitted over their features at his willingness to set Tyrion loose but they nodded quickly and left. He usually brought in Tyrion only on high calibre cases when he needed someone found quickly. The silent ugly bastard made the rest of them uncomfortable to say the least but he was one of Aremin’s favourite. When the door closed behind them, he rose from his seat and threw the door into his private study open. The old woman was humming some eery tune by the bedside while the wide-eyed woman stared at him with fear.

There was a moment of silence as we all watched Tyrion take a substantial amount of gulps before giving a response. “Well…it's a lucky day because I brought you a souvenir,” Tyrion, belched, and dropped his drink. He reached inside his suit jacket and pulled out an envelope, sliding it across the table towards me. “Beta Damon’s wife, Lisa, and his three-year-old son, Jayden.” I almost choked on my drink. “Wait what?” A sly smile gradually drew at the corner of my lip. “Could you please draw me a clearer picture?” I asked, leaning back into my seat.

“She was my friend before I met you. If you wanted to be loved by me, having good chemistry with her would be the best. But, you are the worst bully that I know in this school, and yet you expect me to fall for a woman like you. Who does that?” “Even the Alpha Prince loved her sister who bullied her worst….” Ava uttered, sounding pitifully. Tyrion smirked. “Do I look like the Alpha Prince? What if you approach her sister and convince her to stop bullying Eden…..would you die?” That was unexpected of Tyrion. The whole student was watching, and yet he couldn't control his anger before them. If this reaches the Alpha King or even to Prince Geralt, he might be expelled from his duty as the Princ