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No, the man was completely drained of all the blood he could have, and I could see his wolf claws extended like he had tried to shift but could not. I raised my curious gaze to the Prince’s again, and when his eyes met mine, there was no smirk adorning his face. Instead, he had a lazy expression of boredom as if he was waiting for the body to be wheeled away so he could slam the door to get rid of the jobless onlookers. Never taking my eyes off the Prince, I asked Adele rather shakily, “How did the assailant die?” “He touched the Prince’s bare hands. No one touches the Prince’s bare hands and lives. His hands drain the life out of the victim.”

My four wolf legs landed right in front of the four traitors, who always put on a frightened face. I've managed to switch shifts with the lazy prince. This Alpha wolf of mine roared loudly, then jumped up and ruffled the bodies of the three of them. Prince is famous for having high speed easily tearing their bodies, biting their necks, and scratching every inch of their bodies until they are decomposed like torn paper. The prince's black fur was soaked with the blood of the traitors, and his fangs sharpened as more and more of the flesh he tore shattered.

Before I can comprehend what is happening, they're already on their feet again downstairs. "You fucking piece of shit," Prince lashes out, whirling the guy around and locking his wrists from behind, pushing him against the glass window. He whacks the guy's face against it that the glass cracks. The psychopath growls in pain as Prince cracks his hand, probably breaking the bone. Prince roughly spins him around that the back of his head smacks the glass window again. "How dare you," Prince hisses, venom in his voice. Then my vision becomes more and more blur, everything around me spinning around. My chest is heaving up and down, my breaths short from the lack of air just now. The legs that I'v

she said softly. Then, to my surprise, she took a step forward and hugged me, lifting her face up to mine. She smiled, her braces on full display while I stood awkwardly. Something about her innocent embrace cracked through the broken shell of my soul and threatened to expose the bitterness that had lingered for years now. I wasn’t a little prince anymore; I was the bitter prince. Ironically enough, it was her father who gave me the nickname. Phoenix put her hand on her sister’s shoulder and pulled her away from me. She signed something, and Reina nodded.

"They'll pelt him with filth and trash. I can already see his face, sore and pale from the bruises, his feet raw with blisters. Oh, that will be a sight to behold, don't you think?" I clenched my fists so hard I felt my nails bite into my palms, drawing blood. "The once handsome, elegant Prince Lucian will be nothing more than a filthy spectacle." An evil laugh erupted from his lips. "And you? Your fate will probably be hanging, or perhaps you'll be burned alive." He said it as if he were savoring the thought. I jerked up and slammed my hands against the iron bars in frustration, my eyes blazing with deadly rage. "Get out! Since you have nothing reasonable to say, then leave!" I thundered.

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!

Everyone watched with horror as the creature crumbled to the ground, the blade cutting the creature into four segments as if it just sliced through ordinary meat. It was known that Orcs had thick skin that was impervious to the ordinary blade, no wonder the prince had infused part of his magic into it. Hence, all of the soldiers had a slack jaws as the prince walked over to them with his gleaming eyes that spoke of mischief as he said, "I see some people do miss me, after all. Isn't that amazing?" There were muffled grunts and clearing of throats as each soldier composed himself. They did not care about the prince, the scene had only taken them by surprise.

“I’m not interested in your brutish society. I just want to be lounging by the pool right now with a cold drink with one of those little umbrellas in it, not ‘spying’.” The prince scoffed—or chuckled, it was hard to tell—and suddenly reached out to grab my chin. I tried to jerk away, but it was no use; he was too strong. “Indeed,” he said, his face mere inches from mine now as he turned my head this way and that to inspect me. “You do look rather frail and delicate. Your kind truly did waste their time in sending a pathetic little thing to spy on my people.” “Prick,” I snarled under my breath.

I trembled at the intensity of its haste and ferociousness towards me but then thankfully, the Prince was quick to intercept. The Prince immediately raced to the Feral and slammed his body against him, sending the Feral crashing to the stone ground again. It motioned to get up but then the Prince lunged at it again, sending it back to the ground with a strong fist to its chin. The Feral groaned with the blow, and then it groaned some more as the Prince started to dump more aggrieved blows on its skin, tearing up its flesh and spilling its blood. The Prince dumped one last strong blow that sent the Feral’s head twisting oddly to the side in a manner that revealed that the neck was almost comp

He found the prince’s behavior to be well over-dramatic as it reminded him greatly of how his brother used to act when things would go astray. “Well it’s not my fault you get your kicks by branding your girls,” he muttered. The veins on the side of the prince’s head became protruded as his anger rose. “You need to fix this!” he shouted. Something dark started to pull within Cruz. He snapped his gaze over to the prince and slowly rose from behind his desk. His voice grew low in his throat. His tone was filled with lethal venom. “I don’t need to do anything. My days of taking orders from others are over. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m the only reason why you’re still in the running to become