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the King growled with displeasure for his son. Prince Rowan looked away for a moment and snarled to himself. Then he looked up to his King, "she has a name. I am in love with Vysena, I have created an heir with her, why can I not marry her instead!" "YOU WILL NOT MENTION THE FILTH IN MY PRESENCE!" "Vysena is the only one I will marry! You will deal with it! It is my life and my child!" "DO NOT TALK BACK TO-" The King's roars were cut off as his face froze and he gripped his chest. The man stopped breathing and his face turned purple. Then he fell, face first down the stairs in front of his throne.

3rd Prince Carlos Relani Devion - he is a well-known battle freak, a bloodthirsty soldier, he is practically the same at the same time not with Felix the most gullible one. Then....... Emperor Cassius Vitalis - Devion - everyone describes him as an ice block, no one can look at him directly, lest their eyes itch just from his cold piercing glimpse. He is a very capable ruler despite being an ice block.

She is a nerdy Omega everyone picked on. He is the bad boy Alpha who hated her. Until fate changed everything. Lily Mittens had always kept her head down, hiding behind books and oversized sweaters, secretly crushing on Joe Wellington, the rude, arrogant future Alpha who never even looked her way. So when the Moon Goddess marks Joe as her fated mate, Lily is excited, but Joe doesn’t want a weak Omega for a Luna. But Lily is no ordinary wolf. She has a power that could change everything but she doesn't know it yet. Will Joe see the real Lily before it’s too late? Will Joe Wellington accept her as his fated mate? Find out in this story!

The Crown Prince frowns, reaching for his glass. As he does, the servant behind him – a tall man, too well-built for a server – draws a stiletto blade from his sleeve. I gasp, skittering back a little even as one of my hands reaches out for the prince. But there’s nothing I can do as the servant draws the blade raw across the Crown Prince’s throat. The Prince’s eyes go wide as blood spills down his front, his hand falling away from the cup, as he gasps and slumps forward.

“You forget yourselves.” The other man pressed himself against the wall, trembling as his eyes flicked between Damian and the looming figure before them. Damian swallowed hard, defiance trembling in his tone as he forced out, “She—she was our Pack's princess. A betrayer! You don't know what she's capable of.” Cardan’s lips curved into something that was not quite a smile, sharp and dangerous. His gaze shifted briefly over his shoulder, meeting mine, holding me frozen in place. When he spoke again, the words rolled like thunder, absolute and final.

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The royal crest of King Leif is burned directly into the centre, glowing with a faint, permanent violet light. The salesgirl looks down. Her breath hitches in her throat. “The… The Black Gold Card,” the salesgirl whispers. She drops to her knees immediately, her forehead nearly touching the counter. “Your Highness! Forgive me! I did not recognise—I will wrap the piece at once!” Marcella steps forward, her face twisting into something hideous. “What? That is fake! She is a low-born wolf from the western borders! She stole it!” The heavy velvet curtains at the back of the shop fly open. The store manager rushes out, his eyes wide as he looks at the glowing obsidian card on the counter.

“In case everything I said didn’t make sense to you earlier, Thalia Blackwood,” the Prince knocked me out of my thoughts. I stood back there, shackled and filthy, trying to ignore the way my wrists burned where the chains rubbed against raw skin. I didn’t have time to dwell on the pain. Not with *him* staring at me like that. Callum Silvermark, Crown Prince of Kyrador. His sapphire-blue eyes were fixed on me, cold and calculating.