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Practically gift-wrapping herself and sliding across the table. I’d tolerated it. Entertained it, even. But I always knew. She wasn’t it. And Zey? Zey has never liked her. Not once. Not even a little. Still… Crescent Creek is our closest neighboring pack. Small — dangerously small — but they produce warriors that fight like demons. We need them. Which is exactly why this moment could not possibly be worse. Karissa slides up beside me like a snake finding warm stone, her manicured hand settling lightly on my arm.

He was now very convinced that what he had done at the square was the right thing to do. The moment they rode their horses out of the kingdom, Kathy became freed from the curse and it instantly began to rain.

"Shut up. Do you want me to report you for treason? Let's leave this topic." It was a popular rumour in the kingdom of Adivaine that the Lycan King of this city was cursed. Some even said that he was dead long ago and that the person sitting on the throne as the Lycan Alpha King was an abomination created by witches and warlocks. These stories were whispered in corners and alleys, used to scare children from roaming about, sung drunkenly in pubs by miserable old deltas and muttered in midnight tales over a bonfire. But no one dared to say these things aloud except they wanted to be meat for vultures.

Damian muttered and Lucien nodded then grabbed my hand as we walked towards the door. “One more thing,how close are you to the Alpha King?" Lucien questioned before we walked out of the door and I tensed up. “Sorry?" Damian murmured, making Lucien turn to him. “Oh I know you know the Alpha King. How close are you to him?" He questioned again and Damian frowned. “We are close" Damian replied simply and Lucien nodded slowly. “I heard he was cursed right? Has he lifted the curse?" Lucien questioned. “Yes" Damian muttered and I raised an eyebrow. I didn't think that was the truth.

“Your Majesty, as per the recent blood test I am agonized to tell that the condition of Prince is far worse than thought.” His mouth twitched hearing those words and he clenched his fist on the armrest. “Straight to the point, Len.” Alexander spoke not wanting to ponder more on the upsetting news. “It looks like the rumors of his curse aren’t rumors. I examined a sample of his semen from last few weeks and unfortunately it is too powerful to even adapt the surrogacy method.” Len’s words broke Sebastian’s heart.

Percy warned. "Yes my prince," Kamil replies and started the car. He drove out of the airport car park into the street. Everyone thought life is easy for the royal family of the Anderson because they had it all. The money, power, and authority but that wasn't the case for Percy. He was the crown prince of the Katula kingdom but he lacks love and care. His parent married out of love and so he doesn't know the word love and doesn't even believe in it. Percy looked through the window shield and thought about how imperfect his life was. Although his pictures were plastered in almost every tall building in the kingdom, his life didn't feel the same. He was just hiding under the name 'crown prince

Even though the pack people had been celebrating for a few days now and the pack looked lively, it was said that the moon was rising today, and they were waiting. After not seeing Ava for days and staying in the room, I knew I was losing my mind, and I wondered why the Moon Goddess made me wolfless. There was no use saying much about it. I had accepted being cursed. There had been so many rumours going around the pack about Roman, and even though the people were speaking in hushed voices, I could listen and understand what they were saying. I didn’t know if it was Roman that scared them or the ritual that he was about to perform.

Loid asked me in a low tone. The question was too easy. The answer was like a nursery rhyme. The Dark Crescent Moon pack was the only pack of the werewolf kingdom that had beaches and was connected to the ocean. That was the only connection the werewolf kingdom had with the allied kingdoms. Kingdoms like the enchanted kingdom, dragon kingdom, Naga kingdom and lycanthrope kingdom. The import and export of all the allied kingdoms were dependent on the Crescent Moon pack. Without the Crescent Moon pack, the allied kingdoms couldn't have the kind of contact they needed to continue with their alliance. Everything was connected together and the thread that was holding it all, was the Crescent Moon

“She didn’t do anything wrong.” “She kissed a masked man, Karl!” “That masked man was me.” The King paused mid-rant, eyes narrowing. “What?” Karl dropped the paper on the desk and pointed at the image. “Take a closer look at the man’s hand. That tattoo—on the wrist. The scorpion.” The King squinted. It was faint, but visible. Karl nodded. “I patented that design when I turned eighteen. There isn’t another in this kingdom like it.”

Adam Carolus looked at Pavel and Richard. “Huh. Both of you are already old but still act like immature kids,” he said, then left the place to meet Kaven. Trish and Roul went to the king’s study. So they can speak privately. Roul took out a scroll from his robe. He unrolled the scroll, and a painting could be seen. “This…” “The wheel of time,” said Roul. Trish looked at the painting that resembled a windmill. The picture had already faded and seemed very ancient.