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The midwife nodded slowly. “According to the old legends, a White Wolf is born with extraordinary power. And this one…” She hesitated. “What?” “She is royal blood.” The Alpha King’s expression changed. For the first time that night, fear crossed his face. He walked toward the baby and gently touched her tiny forehead. “My daughter,” he whispered. Queen Elara smiled weakly. “She is beautiful.” The Alpha King leaned down and kissed his mate’s forehead. “She will be protected.” Neither of them knew those would be the last peaceful words they would speak that night.

“Your Majesty, we have received a message from the northern border. The old shrine has awakened, and the soldiers stationed nearby are reporting that something has emerged from beneath the ruins.” Cassian's grip tightened. “What emerged?” The guard swallowed. “A wolf, Your Majesty. A massive silver wolf with two crowned marks on its forehead. The soldiers say it spoke in a human voice and demanded that the First Bloodline heirs be brought before it.” Elias felt the power inside him answer the distant howl. Then the guard delivered the final message, and every trace of warmth vanished from Cassian's face. “The wolf identified itself as the first king of the seven kingdoms.” And according to t

It didn't matter. Nothing mattered except his kingdom’s survival. Slowly. Painfully. Grey reached for the contract. The hall watched. Every ruler. Every noble. Every merchant. Witnessing the humiliation of the Wolf King. Some of the rulers, Grey noticed, never laughed. They even offered silent prayers to Grey. The Sultan from the South. Some merchants who probably had connections to the Werewolf Kingdom. Even a very few nobles from Aurellia itself. But none of them stood up for Grey at that moment.

The King picked it up with hands that shook, turning to face his daughter. "There comes a time in every Royals life, where we need to honor the past," The King spoke, strength from his wolf lending power to his voice, and the people stood taller, respecting the Alpha before them, "Many of you have watched my daughter grow up, waiting for the moment when she presented her mate and I could relinquish my duty to the kingdom, free to enjoy my golden years."

Clark stated another wolf that was part of the council. "I believe I already held that title. For my territory is the doorway that leads to this castle and my warriors are the strongest among any others packs." I stated calmly and confidently. "Then the truth had been spoken at last. You don't want to lose the title and the power you got so you oppose to have a king and a queen to bow down to." Nathan declared. "I can be declared the king. I can join whatever competition you start and exert all my power and effort on it. And let's say I win would everyone here respect that and bow down before me." I stated confidently.

This was unnatural! After a while, a large and ferocious-looking wolf appeared beside her. Wait, why is she with that animal? From what I learned, the wolf in front of me is known as King. He's the most savage wolf in the world and can only be found in the vast forests of Africa. No one has ever succeeded in capturing him, and if someone does manage to find him, he disappears from sight in less than a minute. "Who are you? What are you going to do to me and my son?" I asked angrily. I glared at her, but she didn't flinch.

“I have seen more than a millennium years worth of sunset and sunrise as a king. I have seen wars and bloodshed during these times and I have done what I felt was right at every moment. Some of these decisions turned out to be disasters, but at least I took a stand when one was required of me. So now I have decided to make another tough decision, one that requires me to be as humble as can be. Our people need a fresh voice, a breath of fresh air, and not the air that they have been breathing for the past thousand years. I need them to see the world through that adventurous eyes of yours that are always open to possibilities. Maybe one could say I want them to see the world more humanly.” The

“Not…that place… Home… I want to go home…” “Oh? You mean Synther Valley? Ha ha ha. It's sad and touching. It's been nine years since you left that wilderness. Those wolves are also dead. You...lost your home, Arthur. Look carefully to see who is the one to take care of you. Only me, your master. Even your father, the king, sees you as a weapon for war. So, your family...only me. Did you hear me, Arthur?” “MY HOME ARGHHHH!!”

A red carpet was leading to the throne of the king. "Are they clans of furious fighters? My gaze was inspecting the beautiful curves over the walls, roof. Was it handmade? Machine Made or they worked it with their magic?" I asked. Mary squeezed my arm. I clamped my mouth shut. I was feeling like a little kid who was told not to make any noise. " Only werewolves are the clan of furious and brave fighters on the earth. " Silver said. She was holding her fury but it was visible through her icy cutting gaze.

he added. "Shouldn't you be happy that I am showcasing your strength and power through my glorious handsome self and didn't add more height? Didn't want to destroy the roof of this building." The white wolf snicker back. "Besides you didn't have a problem when you summoned me last time that night fifteen years ago to eat someone. Although this tasty beast right here could fill my stomach till your next summon, King." He added. "Don't eat Nevera, he's not for you but for Hiro." Zinedine told him through his mind. "Just tease him a bit."