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The young prince says, even though his eyes are watching the females, he reminds me of Bjorn at his age. After a round of introductions we stand talking, I must say it’s the black haired witches mate that holds my curiosity. For as dark as she is her mate is all light, he smiles and makes jokes it’s clear he is the peace maker between this group of men. He is the double of his father, both happy easy going men. I notice Bjorn watching him with a curious look, but before I can say anything the ass has to open his mouth.

He tears through the first line of defenders like they’re made of paper, his jaws snapping with lethal precision. “Kill the Prince!” Zari screams, backing toward the far wall. “Kill them all!” The fighting intensifies, soldiers clashing with Aldric’s hidden guards. Steel clangs against steel, men cry out in pain and rage. Through it all, my wolf is going insane in my head. PROTECT MATE! KILL ENEMIES!

"He returned back to his Territory after you passed." "How did I know you?" He doesn't seem related to me like everyone else who has been mentioned, and he definitely isn't marrying me. He smiles. "My office is full of books I collected. You spent a lot of time sneaking them from me." I massage my temples. It feels as though my brain is swelling as it tries to comprehend what I've learnt. "I have a headache," I mutter, sinking into the pillow. Roel stands. "Rest now. I will wake you when your Prince arrives."

Kevin screamed until the owner of the name woke up. "Tsk, what's wrong?! You disturbed my sleep!" The man glanced at Kevin for a moment, then closed his eyes again. "Get up, or I'll kill you!" Kevin said coldly and flatly, but stabbed deep inside. "Tch! If you weren't the Prince, I would have smashed your body into pieces first!" cried Randy, annoyed. "Come with me quickly and don't talk too much!" Kevin ordered staring intently at the man in front of him.

The sharp crack echoes through the room. “Prince, stop!” I grab his arm mid-swing, yanking him back slightly, but he shrugs me off like I’m nothing. He’s not listening, his fury radiating off him in waves as he glares down at Max, who’s groaning and trying to crawl away. “This is what you do, Ghost?” Prince snarls, his voice a low growl. “You bring men like him here and fuck around? You can’t even wait until I’m out of the picture before throwing yourself at someone else?”

The other four stood off to either side, close enough to their Prince while leaving enough space to show respect, though they didn’t look too happy. I make the mistake of shifting my gaze to one of his guards. The Wyre is just as tall as his Prince, just as muscular and lean. Just as powerful. His dark hair is trimmed short, unlike his Prince. Scruff lines his jaw, concealing the sharp edges I know lie beneath. With the two of them standing so close, I can practically taste their power. Bitter. Metallic. Dark. “Princess.” My focus snaps to the Prince. His voice is cold and expressionless, a deep rumble within the back of his throat. That one word is enough to send shivers cascading down my s

Too many risks. After a quick shower, I sat at the desk and fired up my laptop, loading the tracking software I’d set up. Mauros. So that’s where he’d gone. Of course. The Priory. Queen Catherine’s brother, Thefros once a low level noble, now a monk. What did the prince hope to find there? Answers? Sanctuary? More importantly... what would drive him to leave the girl behind? I smirked. Whatever it was, it told me one thing, it was time to send the prince a message.

But of course, the prince is still way hotter than him. 'Are you crazy? How dare you compare the prince to him? Of course, Lucifer is the most handsome and the hottest guy on earth!' 'Yeah, right. Just look at him right now. He looks so handsome as hell just by reading that book!' These two slut keeps on blabbering beside me and it' fucking annoying. 'Should I take a photo of him now?' 'Ahhh! Go on!' I put my book down on my desk and glared at the two of them.

He said before turning around to leave. But Anastasia was left thinking. 'the best secret are the most twisted one...?' How come it feels so familiar to her. She tried to dig it from her memory and when she finally realize on where she saw it from, she gasp and stare at the retreating back of the prince in surprise. "Metamorphoses?" Prince Alistair instantly freezes and slowly turned around to face her, mirroring her expression:wide eyes, mouth gaping. "H-how...?" "It–its you! you're the author...the author of the Book of Murder!"

Chapter 93 Alina's POV The wind carried the scent of ashes, yet no fire burned around us. The air inside Viktor’s stronghold had shifted from icy suffocation to something thick and stagnant, like the breath held after a scream. We stood in the heart of what had once been his empire, surrounded by fractured marble and blood-spattered shadows. My blade still dripped crimson, and Viktor’s body lay crumpled before his throne—the god-king slain by the very daughter he thought he owned.