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"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 kingdom celebrated the news of having another Royal Knight. The scene was all festive with the music and banners displayed throughout the royal palace. The Seven Princes of the kingdom, each one representing their noble clan, marched towards the ceremonial hall to acknowledge King Rashal's declaration on making Darina as the Royal Knight after the Order of Agabea, the first queen who ruled Clapestris.

Kaiden slammed his palm on the surface of the table before him, the sound thundering in the courtroom, and some ministers jumped at the sound, astonished that the glass components of the royal table had withstood such a heavy force. “My Kingdom is strong and undefeatable. I don't need an alliance. Especially not one with Salem-zul. Send back my rejection letter, and tell the King to stop using his daughters as chess pieces.” Kaiden growled, his veins pumping with adrenaline as he thought of the King of Salem trying to force him into a situation he had been avoiding for years. Heaven knows those princesses would have a better reign than their father if only he would just give them a chance to

“Now that y’all are done fighting over some low slave girl, does anyone have better stories to tell as we wait for the rites to start?” She narrowed her gaze at Dominus. “Anything to tell us about how you took out your most prominent rival, Klax of the Eastern pack?” Everyone sat up at once, all of their attention on Dominus. Klax was the first prince of the Eastern pack, next in line to be the Alpha King. He was known for winning every fighting competition across the four axis. Everyone believed he was poised to surpass Dominus's legacy as the most feared knight. Although he wasn’t as old as Dominus, he had achieved more than half of what they praised Dominus for.

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.

That speaker was none other than Clay, the future head of the Dominion Vanguard. Clay slowly got to his feet, a wild, unrestrained smile playing on his lips. "You seem quite desperate to get your hands on the Compendium of Special Constitutions, Ashton. It's quite a shame, though, as I'm also quite curious to learn about the various female constitutions of the world. "I'll be taking this from you, then! If you want to fight me for it, feel free to keep bidding, but I highly doubt you have what it takes to beat me."

"A king who comes out of fear is a king who will listen to our terms without starting a war." ‎The door flew open with a heavy thud, and Kael Draven strode in. His dark hair was damp from the winter rain outside, and his silver claymore was strapped securely to his back. He didn't care about the expensive silk rug beneath his boots; he walked straight to the desk, leaning his large, bare forearms against the wood to look down at me, his amber eyes burning with an intense, intoxicating heat. ‎

Kael took it without ceremony and cracked the seal. He read quickly. Aria watched the lines deepen around his mouth with each line. “What does it say?” someone demanded near the front. Kael lifted his head. His voice carried. “By decree of King Rowan, Alpha of Alphas,” he said, “Kael Blackthorn is hereby declared traitor to the crown and enemy of the kingdom.” He didn’t bother to soften the next part. “All recognized packs are summoned to bring forces against him under the command of Crown Prince Lucian. Failure to answer this call will be considered rebellion.”

Even General Rachelle's teasing composure tightened into something sharper, more formal. Lucretius's hand stilled at my side. The banners at the far end of the grounds stirred, parting slowly. And then, at last, they appeared. Claudian Alexander IV, newly crowned Alpha King of the Waevalon Kingdom. For years, he had been a name spoken behind closed doors, a presence kept deliberately hidden while the kingdom burned and rebuilt itself in blood and secrecy. Now, he walked openly into the light, who was tall, composed, his bearing unmistakably regal despite the restraint in his expression.

Their collision shook the ground. A violent impact of Alpha against Alpha, power crashing like thunder as both of them struck with force meant to dominate. Lyra’s heart slammed against her chest. This wasn’t a fight. This was a war between two kings. Kael struck first—fast, brutal, controlled—but Darius met him without hesitation. Their movements were sharp, precise, and terrifyingly powerful. Every hit carried intent. Every block carried warning. They weren’t testing each other. They were trying to break each other.