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Aurelion’s voice slams through the link. “Hold the line!” His dragon surges forward at the same moment Malrec attacks. The two kings collide like falling mountains. The sound of the impact echoes across the valley. Fire erupts between them. Their wings beat violently as they tear at each other with claws and teeth. Stone fractures beneath their weight, and the ground itself seems to shudder from the force of the fight. I have seen Aurelion fight before. I have never seen him fight like this. There is no restraint in his movements now.

“What do you think it is?” Kael answered quietly. “The kind of book kingdoms start wars over.” She carefully opened the first page. Elegant handwriting stretched across the yellowed parchment. The Book Before the War Beneath it… Another sentence. One that stole the air from every lungs in the room. Written in the reign of Queen Lysandra and King Alaric of Crimson, that those who come after us may remember the truth we fought to protect. Silence. No one moved. No one breathed. Sera blinked first.

I don’t know what hold she has over the King but he seems to be siding with her. I just need to the King to see how I feel. As soon as she steps away from him, I make my way over to the King. “Good evening, Your Highness.” I greet with a bow. “Good evening, Alrich.” King Clay greets. I frown at the sound of his weakness. “May I sit and chat with you?” He rolls his eyes, so unkingly, and smiles,“Of course. It’s not like I am going anywhere.”

He thought he had hidden enough, but he couldn't believe that his eyes had accused out. Jame's hands clenched my neck, despite the thin skin peeling off. I made a successful bet. Jame had a love for King David. He's a brave Alpha and will fall in love with another Alpha. Or rather, he's just like me. It's all alpha masquerading, not purebred wolves. I realized this every time the king invaded the territory. James alone is allowed to take care of David. He kicks everyone out. More importantly, every time looks at David, Jame always exudes cheerful pride. It is not the same as the feeling of worshiping the superior.

From the midst of the enemy ranks, the Alpha King himself emerged, his presence exuding a dark power that made the air around them feel heavy. “Isabella,” the Alpha King called out, his voice dripping with malice. “Hand over the relics, and I might spare your lives.” “Never!” Isabella shouted back, her voice echoing through the clearing. “These relics are the key to your downfall.” The Alpha King laughed, a chilling sound that sent shivers down her spine. “Then you’ve sealed your fate.” With a roar, the Alpha King’s forces charged. Isabella and her ex braced themselves, ready for the onslaught. The first wave of attackers hit like a tidal wave, swords clashing and snarls filling the air.

It took them twenty minutes to lead me to the heart of the kingdom—a rock fortress cut into the cliffs, where the roars of training warriors echoed like thunder. And there he was. Noah. The new Bear King. He reclined on a throne carved from one block of obsidian, shirtless, golden-brown fur across his chest, muscles as wide as tree trunks. His crown wasn't gold but bone. His eyes were indolent but sharp. "Audacus," he drawled, a smile teasing his lips. "Didn't think you'd creep this far north. I thought you only came when you were winning." I brushed off the jab. "I have a proposition."

The voice comes from directly behind me—deep, commanding, carrying an authority that makes my spine straighten instinctively. I turn slowly. Arthur Slater stands less than three feet away. Up close, he's even more imposing—raw power barely contained beneath expensive fabric and cold control. "Your Majesty." I keep my voice steady despite my racing pulse. "Should I bow?" "No." His gaze doesn't waver from mine, intense and unrelenting. "You're my mate. You bow to no one." The casual certainty in his words, the absolute assumption, sends a jolt through my chest.

“What do you want me to say, Aela?” “That Finn is Aidan Sr.’s by-blow?” “By-blow?” Inessa repeated, her brow puckering. “His illegitimate child,” Aoife answered. “I need to get you hooked on historical romance next.” Despite myself, interest hit me. “You like romance books?” “Yes. We do,” was Inessa’s retort, but I sensed her bristling ahead of schedule. I raised my hands in surrender, because even though I wanted answers, I wasn’t a total bitch. Even if romance books hadn’t been my jam, I’d never give them crap about that. Someone’s taste was their taste, and I celebrated that.

She was going to flee the dragon kingdom tomorrow with her lover. "Good. Now ride me,' the King who watched the show from his bed beckoned Claire to come, smiling wickedly. Claire walked to him with shaky limbs and sat over the King while weeping inconsolably. He pushed his cock into her and the woman started riding the King. The King who detsroyed three lives for his sick pleasure. "All the participants have confirmed their presence. The combat will begin in an hour," Ivar, the second in command narrated to Allain.

As if attempting to recall the sensation of being complete. Beyond the boardroom, the workplace thrummed with normal activity. Within, two kings battled their history, their emotions, and above all, the irresistible fo rce drawing them closer.