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He said in a low voice, that made her grin like an idiot. "So bad." And he told, everything, holding nothing back, and she prayed it would be like this. Him and her, forever, come what may. °°°° ~After a fortnight~ "Men and women of Kingdom Brone! We are under siege! The Athànatoi are upon us! dark days draw near! Strong men of Kingdom Brone come forward and show your might, and fight for yours and mine, for all that was and will be, fight for Brone! May the creator Help us all!"

My heart jumped to my throat when my eyes landed on a 8ft tall buff black hairy beast of a man, 4 men all close to his sized follow behind him. A large roar made everyone look to the king. "Roman what are you and your pack members doing on my land?" yelled the king. "We heard that the heathen was caught and being held here we couldn't resist. We wanted to view the rare beast ourselves. Must say I'm surprised to see the heathen is a delicate Beauty" he said looking me up and down. I growled at him. "I'll show you exactly how delicate I am" I said showing my claws as they extended from my fingernails growing long and sharp.

Dante being my number two and good fighter would naturally come with me. "They will only allow two wolves in and the king has taken personal offence." I rolled my eyes "He wants the works. The king has been itching for a battle to prove his power for a while." "Will it come to that?" Dante asked, sitting up properly and looking concerned. The Kingdom had not known battle for a long time, other than a few rouge fights here and there. The rouges refused to be under anyone's rule and were largely disorganised, making for short and easy battles. The official werewolf packs had all fallen into line under the King decades ago. Getting to a battle with a proper pack meant war. Everyone would

You may rise my subjects, Coincidently the babies kicked making cara and lucas gasp as they looked at each other with faces filled with big smiles and happy tears . I guess this is our happily ever after , after your heart was rejected not once but twice ! I assure you , we are going to be good parents to our babies and good rulers to our subjects . The voices of the creatures from the crowd were heard cheering , "Long live to our new king of the Alpha kings !! " THE END finish

The king is already dress down, wearing some comfortable clothes and shoes, looking just like an ordinary man. “It’s alright,” the king assured, shaking his head. He pulled out one chair and sat down, looking at the books on the table. He reached and pulled the book in front of Lily and scanned through it before looking at Clayton. “The Saville’s. Something interesting you want to know about them?”

"A king doesn't rule from his knees." Clyde lets out a dark, guttural growl of approval, his restraint snapping entirely as he rises, his massive body instantly pinning me back into the deep cradle of the furs. The collision is no longer a war, a defense, or a trial; it is a sacred, passionate celebration of our undisputed rule.

The king and his knights waited him at the gate of the city. The king is a half lion always angry violent and agressif he is not friendly at all. AHMET: im the king of DRADIA and EDEN AHMET and im here to ask you to join the north alliance. The king : an alliance been created when all power is equal you are just a weak brat young man. AHMET: judging people like that gives an idea about how you think. The king : brat you know nothing you just a weak ,why you act like you are intelligent.

"The Pure-Blood line... it’s not a curse anymore. She’s not a weapon for the network. She’s a blessing for the dirt." Kaelor walked over, the floorboards groaning under his weight. He was a man again, mostly, but the sheer physical mass of the former Dreadfang King remained. He looked down at the title Aradaa had scrawled across the first page: The Book of the Two Kings. "Sounds a bit full of yourself, don't you think?" Kaelor’s thumb traced the edge of Aradaa’s jaw, a rough, calloused touch that sent a spark of heat through Aradaa’s chest.

There was a rich, formal voice on the other end of the phone. “Princess Aurelia Valeon, the heir of the Valeon Kingdom? This is the Councilor Dorian Thalric of the Royal Council. Is it to Her Royal Highness I am talking to?” I froze. My pulse jumped. “Yes... that is me.” I said with a shaky voice. My stomach turned at the manner in which he pronounced my full name. It was the first time I had been spoken to in that way in years, since I left the palace. It was far off, formal, and fearful.