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After all, defining the treasure would make the coverage of his search smaller which will be a lot of help. Crown Prince Rogeus looked outside the window and a smile lifted the corner of his lips. “I’m looking for a divine fruit. A red divine fruit that resembles the color of thick vicious blood.” And on the forest of the small border town of the Black Kingdom, Captain Ross and Ken’s figures flitted past the thick foliage as they looked for any traces of the soul wave left behind by their lord. The two received a tingling sensation in their heads, and their bodies instinctively turned to run outside the town and into the forest.

With that the shadows that created the dark portal quickly disperse and went back to the dark wall. Demon quickly took his bath and went to bed. Changing the bedsheets he use in fucking Mary with the extra one kept in the room. He didn't sleep though, rather he brought out his phone and G****e out the Kingdom name. G****e displayed everything about the Kingdom and when he tried to find the pictures of Elena, he couldn't. He could see the King, the late Queen and their second daughter, but no Elena. Princess Elena has no picture of her in G****e.

The set up sat on the opposite side of the room from her desk area, infront of an old cream and gold fireplace that had been here since the castle was built. As I was getting ready to sit down there was a light tapping on the open door. I turned to see Korrine standing there looking like the perfect American Werewolf Princess. She wore a sundress in Red, White and Blue, our American Kingdom Colors. We didn't do the stars and stripes like the humans did, well had our own family crest that the Kingdom used. Two white wolves, on a blue backdrop with blood red drops falling from the sky to symbolize the bloodshed that all our ancestors went through to get my ancestors on the throne. But Korri's

Logan groans behind me, and I sneer, "Language, Logan! We have kids in here." My gaze falls on his brother, who looks like he wants to puke, holding a bottle in his hand. As I wash my hands in the sink, I hear the kid wheeze, spouting, "I'm no kid- Lord, what the heck is that?" Craning my neck, I took a look at the liquid once more. "Bombshell, my friend. How does it taste?" The kid scrunches his nose in disgust. "It tastes like something I don't want to taste again!"

Yet how could I manage that, when Moon was with Jason, Beta was somewhere else in this mansion, and King had his own secret? Then King’s snooty smile was back, as he clutched my arm and hauled me over to the bed, pushing me onto it. “Let me show you just how much of an adorably perfect Alpha I can be.” When he slid to his knees in front of me with a smirk in all his naked hotness, I gasped. Yet he merely slipped off my boots and then my socks, before resting my feet on his lap. “A Cursed Alpha is an abomination because it threatens everything that werewolves believe, even though the truth is that a percentage of males are born

He was the same man on the beach, black clothes, sexy stubble and with intense jade green eyes he scanned the sitting area of the shop and Faith looked away down at the catalogue swiftly. In the calm beauty of the ocean, the man looks like an intense fire. Out of its place yet somehow here and desired. Faith felt his mysterious eyes digging on the back of her head and she sat more straight, trying to shrug it off. Renee walked back into the sitting area and stopped with her eyes wide as she looked at the man and was about to what looks like a bow but the man raised his hand and the copper back ring was huge with some kind of crest in it in his middle finger caught the light.

He paused, an idea striking a chord in his head, “I would get an artist, to draw out the image in my head. Yes! I need to have her with me in reality, one way or the other.” “Brother…” His sister giggled amused, and she knew she might think him a fool, but this feeling well… It was making him stupid. “You didn’t say anything about the kingdom I’m planning on getting back. Keanu Clan, ruled by almighty Adolph or whatever his name is. I made mention of it when I was talking about our mysterious woman, you didn’t say a thing.” Lucien chimed, his eyes dimming as he stared at her. Her facial expression was neutral as she let out a yawn and said, “I’m feeling sleepy Lucien. Let’s go back up to our

They walked around the royal hall, looking at the paintings displayed on the walls, and on the other side hung the family pictures and portraits of the rulers of the kingdom, the royal blood, the Alpha Kings, and their Lunas, generation after generation. Katherine paused in front of a portrait that caught her eye. There was something about him that sent a shiver down her spine. He looked vicious, his gaze cold and unfeeling, even in the image. The man exuded an aura of danger. Someone that no one should cross, someone that everyone must fear. Among the other portraits and persons in them, he has the coldest and surly aura. Unlike the other portraits, where the figures had softer, friendlier

Baron said, his hands caressing an orb on the hand rest of the chair he sat on. "Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Oswald raised a brow, realizing this might be as serious as Baron was portraying it to be. Baron sighed heavily, placing the orb in his hands and muttering a spell. The orb is encircled in emerald-colored mist, and an obscure figure appears within the orb. "It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, has it." Oswald stared back at the orb in horror, wondering what more Baron was going to tell him about the curse.

I continued speaking to him although I looked like having a monolouge with a spirit, I brushed that thought off. While I was wiping his face with warm water, I was mulling over his cure. Baron said King Victor and Hamil were looking for it. I hope they could find it quick. I wanted to see him in his normal form now. A gorgeous human at daytime and a gentle fierce wolf at night. I remembered my mom once told me a story about a royal pack when I was a kid. It became my bedtime lullaby for I always asked her to tell the same story every night. I had no idea that it was a real one and it was about him, Matthew Moore, The Cursed Alpha King!