The Alpha’s Purchased Mate
He fell to his knees, his silver eyes completely hollowed out, staring up at the Alpha King with the fragile trembling frailty of an incredibly old man.
"My... my empire," Valerius gasped, his voice barely a dry rasp of dust.
"Your empire is dead," Dante snarled.
Dante didn’t draw a sword. He stepped forward, raising his massive bone plated fist, still radiating the pure, unyielding golden fire of his Alpha aura. With one final, brutal strike, Dante drove his fist straight through the Emperor’s brittle chest.
Valerius didn’t even bleed. He shattered.
The ancient Lycan crumbled into a pile of gray ash and broken chalky bone, blowing away in the gentle breeze that now drifted through the ruine
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