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In all honesty, to me, it felt surreal more than I could fathom so I didn’t mind at all if they took as much as they wanted. I had way too much anyway. “Come on, then,” I guided them to my bedroom. “That bed is huge,” Tini commented, and Tate agreed. “It’s like a triple king,” Layla said, and Tini turned to me, giving me this cheeky look. “You need a bed this huge?” She wiggled her brows, and I rolled my eyes but she laughed, and they all did. “Dante and Chris. Sitting in the king fucking,” she taunted. I tried not to show embarrassment, but my memory flashed to me and Dante fucking on the bed, and I started to blush.

My eyes widened as I looked at her in disbelief "You weren't the one in bed with him, so you have… Have you lost your mind!" I watched as she cut her arm with the dagger and fell to the ground. "Not really…" She began to cry, and the door opened revealing Philip and I realized it was a trap "... I told you I wasn't safe anywhere close to her and now look what she has done to me" Philip looked at me and I could see the clear anger in his eyes. "Get the hell out of here, Tana"

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She unrolled them gently and placed them in front of King Faelar. Varian watched with a small, proud smile as he sipped his tea. King Faelar’s eyes lit up the moment he saw the first painting, a breathtaking winter landscape where snow-covered trees stood tall under a pale moon, their branches heavy with frost, yet a single red rose bloomed defiantly in the snow, vibrant and alive. The second painting showed a serene golden meadow at dusk, where wildflowers swayed gently in the breeze, bathed in warm, fading sunlight that made the scene feel almost magical.

She looked at him wearily, as if she were an angel cast into the land of sinners to attract the devils with her heavenly beauty. Arden Gunner, the cruel alpha king, parted his lips a bit. He looked so brooding, menacing, and dangerous while Erina looked angelic, enticing, and soft. But the alpha king didn't know; his cause of death had simply greeted him.

Jealousy is a bitch and I'm the hellish King that needs to put on his big boy pants and calm the fuck down. I didn't think that harem court was the first place that I thought when I saw the entrance. The intricate design was hellishly regal, and the wooden and stone carvings were perfectly placed. The red and golden colorings indicating the royal color of the south kingdom made me think twice about the kind of kink that Ranulf, the king of the South has for his harem. But then I remembered that the court had existed long before Ranulf ruled as king.

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His smile, a twisted promise of pain and suffering, was enough to chill even the bravest of warriors to their very core. As Amren gazed at the portrait, it was as if she could feel the dead king glaring at her through the portrait. As Amren's eyes traced the lines of the portrait, a shiver coursed through her as if the malevolent spirit of the long-dead king had reached out from beyond the grave to caress her soul. The painting, a masterful rendering of King Leferve Von Vendela, captured the very essence of his dark nature, his eyes seeming to bore into her own with an intensity that defied the passage of time. King Leferve Von Vendela was, without question, the cruelest and most dangerous v

“I made it myself.” I looked at him in shock. “I had no idea you had such artistic talent.” “I don’t often get a chance to show it off,” he said dismissively. “It's a She Wolf,” he explained. “I hope that the image might be some inspiration to help your own wolf reawaken.” I was touched by the thoughtfulness of his gift. “Thank you so much,” I said. “We’ll find a place of honor to display it.” The King seemed pleased with this response. David was silent. I wasn’t sure if he was embarrassed by how underwhelmed he seemed by such a thoughtful gift or if he was just afraid of saying something else to offend the King.

Fear. “Hey.” Jion called out but she was as if manipulated into immobility by the painting she was staring. He raised his head upon the painting and saw a great creation of Gadianton, the present king in the east kingdom, where the place was surrounded with lots of merciless robbers on its every borders. The painting told a tale about the barbaric slaughter of a prince. His chariot dying along with him on his travel towards his own kingdom where his princess waited earnestly for his comeback.