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The king was next to him again, blood soaring in the air as he ripped out his arm, His leg. Like it was nothing. I felt ill. Bile rose up my throat as the blood pooled round the fountain, the smell of iron strong in the air. The Alpha had not made a sound after his arm was ripped out, his eyes a hazy gloss as he stared above, his face bone white, even in the darkness. “Y-your.. your majesty.” His chest heaved as the king stood over him, and for the first time in my life, I saw fear in a lycans eyes.

DARIUS POV There, in the heart of faraway Washington, among the presence of witches, wizards, sorcerers, and werewolves, stood the vastly grandiose and imposing mansion that belonged to none other than... Alpha Darius! The enigmatic Lycan King. The entire mansion was indescribable, screaming so much magnificence and affluence like none other. Everything smells like mint and money... One could see their reflection anywhere they stepped. Every piece of furniture and material was visibly adorned with diamonds.

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She is such a fascinating human. “Yes,” I replied. “Please allow me to explain. Lycans are more like humans but possess divine power. We can just say we are humans blessed with the ability to transform into wolves anytime. We have packs instead of cities where a king governs each pack. Amongst all the kings, there is a supreme king called the lycan king, who rules over all the other kings with his supreme Luna.” “Wow! It sounds exciting but also a bit frightening,” she remarked with a sparkle in her eyes.

His claw was the size of Savannah's head as he punched it through her chest, ripping her heart out the other side and sending the pack into a flurry of sobs and terrified mumblings for mercy. "You will do well to teach your pack to respect those above them." The witch's voice called out again, but I was trapped staring at Savannah's body as the king pulled his hand out, and it fell to the ground. I was aware of him walking back to me, but I couldn't take my eyes away. It was the large hand that grabbed me by my backpack and lifted me off the ground like a doll that brought me back to reality, and I instinctively met the glowing red eyes of the Lycan King.

Submission pleased me. I watched them, unblinking, as they bared themselves before me. They had no choice. No power. They belonged to me tonight, just like the many before them. And like the many who would come after. I didn’t offer comfort. I didn’t pretend to care. I took what I wanted, how I wanted. Their bodies tensed under my touch, but I didn’t stop. I never stopped. This was who I was—the Lycan King, the ruler of power, the taker of all things.

He took the empty stool beside me. For some reason, talking to him felt easy. Natural. We exchanged jokes. Traded sarcastic remarks. And for the first time all night, I found myself genuinely smiling. The stranger eventually lifted his glass. "Darius." I blinked. "Darius?" "Darius Draven." The name hit me immediately. My eyes widened. Everyone knew that name. The Lycan King. The most powerful Lycan alive. Darius seemed to notice my surprise. "That look never gets old."

Dylan clenched out as he glared at the king, he moved past his soldiers and stood right in front of the Lycan king, "I am here to take her, with or without your permission" "Alpha of the Blood Moon pack, I can now confirm your bravery and audacious attitude" the Lycan king replied, and before I could blink, Dylan lunged at him and dwelt him a few blows "Dylan, stop it" I yelled, afraid that this might start a war and he would ruin the alliance that I was trying to build with the Lycans The Lycan king's men bared their teeth and advanced but stood when the Lycan king waved them off

The gavel came down. Belcalis stepped off the stage before the handler could reach her. She walked through the side curtain with her chin up and her steps steady and her heart doing something violent inside her ribs that she absolutely refused to acknowledge. Behind the curtain she heard two men talking — low, urgent. "Does he know what he just did?" "He always knows." "But she's just a girl. She has no idea who he is." "She will." Belcalis went still. "The Lycan King hasn't bought a companion in forty-three years. So why now?"