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But how the fuck was I supposed to name a mate from among these pitiful creatures without walking straight into yet another failure? But Ghere must have read my wave to proceed as the signal to begin the rite, because he stepped forward and cleared his throat. “Ladies, I know the day has been difficult, but I assure you, you are safe here. The King Himself, Casimir Augustus Klane, is here to greet and assess you. Despite our, er, unconventional beginning, I hope you understand that it is a great honor to stand here today. The King of Wolves seeks a mate. A human mate. You alone have been selected from among your kind for his consideration.”

" Who knows but that King Nick, when he heard this, not only did not chafe, but laughed. His smile was full of sarcasm and scorn. I saw him rest his chin on one hand, and speak in a low, husky voice. "Let me tell you the truth, in the most primitive wolf world. When the Wolf King grows old, his son will inevitably succeed him as the new Wolf King. Often the old king of the wolves would leave the pack for a hiding-place and die in silence. But if the old wolf-king would not leave his pack, he would have to fight his son to the death. King Nick said slowly, "Only one wolf king is allowed in a wolf pack. This has been the law of nature from time immemorial. But in my kingdom they know the Princ

I had a bad feeling that something was going to happen, but I didn't know what. “Queen Luna, we have a problem.” I turned around to see a very disturbed warrior. “What is it?” “Rogues surround the pack and their Alpha demands an audience with the King, but he is absolutely nowhere to be found, and we aren't allowed to mind link him." My eyes widened. “Take me to him.” “I'm afraid I can't, his highness…" “I said, take me to him.” “This way.” I followed the warrior as I held my head high. I might be human, but it wasn't the first time that I was dealing with rogues. If they wanted to attack, they would have, but what did they really come here for?

“Do I keep calling you Tall, Dark, and Menacing, or do we go with a name that won’t get me executed?” “Alexander Veylor,” he said. “Wolf King of Nytherra.” Of course it was dramatic. My life couldn’t hand me a Bob. Alexander sounded like a cologne that came with a complimentary dagger. “Wow,” I said. “Bet Starbucks loves you.” A spark flickered behind his eyes—like joy was rationed here. “And your oversized house—wolves?” I tried. “Do they have names, or is it more of a ‘fetch, pack’ vibe?”

She left me while I headed into the council room. The eerie feeling that hit me sent goosebumps through me but the glare from my father being the second in command in council pulled me back on ground. It clearly stated, Do not waver, son. It has been since the disappearance of Elena that I have felt the presence of my wolf again, the way he stirred which means he felt the strange power too. The intimidating yet challenging one, readily awaiting your downfall so to announce your doom. There are Alpha's of different packs, apparently the packs my Father had successfully won and formed a treaty with and that gave Isabella’s Father the opportunity to be amidst.

“I’ve been searching for you for over a decade. I was so impatient. I was afraid that if I told you I was the Wolf King, you’d be scared of me and leave me. I didn’t mean to lie to you.” I turned around, looked at him, poked his cheek, and said exasperatedly, “Stop talking nonsense. You’ve been looking for me for over a decade? How old am I this year?” He looked at me, his gaze so tender it could melt ice, and told me a story about the Wolf King and his young master. Thirteen years ago, deep in the mountains thousands of kilometers away, a wolf pack was thrown into chaos. The old Wolf King was killed by a usurper, and neither his wife nor his daughter survived.

“Alphas aren’t the highest in the order…they bow only to kings.” The room went silent. Kings?! They’re king wolves? I stopped breathing. Then he delivered the line that made my stomach drop. “Kings bow to no one.” I stared at him now…his eyes cold and sure. This was the raw and brutal truth. I swallowed a hard lump down my throat… Does that mean that I’m– no, that couldn’t be, right? “So… what are you saying?” I asked almost reluctantly. “Am I a king wolf?”

“No. Where did you hear this?” “I was told by Lady Alma. She’s a descendant of the High Wolf King of old—the one who battled the Raven Wolf King. She said one of the Great Wolf Kings of Old was lured by a Raven Hag, and that’s how the Raven Wolf King was born.” He looks so surprised. “I suppose something like that would make sense. I always wondered how a werewolf would get the power to control ravens.” “Right? It’s so far out there, yet it makes sense.”

"I want you to listen. Sit in the room. Keep your ears open. Report back to me." "Why?" "That's not your concern." "It is if I'm risking my life for it." Viktor considered me for a moment. Then he leaned forward, his voice dropping. "There are people who don't want the Rossi pack getting stronger. Kazimir Rossi is one of the strongest alpha in the northern hemisphere. And he isn’t allied with any other pack. People who want Kazimir Rossi and the wolf kings to fail." He paused. "I'm just the messenger. What happens with the information isn't my problem."

Without the power he spent his life chasing. When it was over, I shifted back. Stood there covered in blood. My father’s. Thomas’s. My own. The other wolves watched. Waiting. Judging. Sera stepped forward. “You just killed an alpha on Steele territory. According to the pack law, that makes you a challenger.” “I am not challenging,” I said. “I am claiming. This is my pack now. My territory. And anyone who disagrees can face me in the circle.” Silence. Then, one by one, the wolves bowed. Elite guards. Council members. Even Beta Richards, bleeding and broken, lowered his head in submission.