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The great doors swung open, and there he was. He was not the ragged fugitive who had fled the castle, nor the disguised pilgrim who had walked into the lion's den. He was Kaelen, King of Varek. He stood in the doorway, his black armor gleaming in the torchlight, his face grim and determined, his eyes burning with a cold, righteous fire. He was not alone. Admiral Thorne stood beside him, a massive, formidable figure, his face a mask of grudging respect. And behind them, a phalanx of royal guards and Trident sailors, a combined force that was an army, a fleet, a nation, all embodied in the man who stood at their head. Their eyes met across the vast, empty hall. The bond, which had been a const

For some reason, he seemed awfully familiar. "As you all know, your Alpha is dead." His voice resounds through the forest. "I am sorry for the loss you have all encountered today, but I'm not here to make it any better." A few people gasped, murmuring among themselves at his words. "My name is Alpha Henry, but most people call me King." He introduce shortly, I frown. He was supposed to be Eloise's mate. He must be devastated. *

So Tom and Darci must be under control. Alicia shook her head and turned away from her ex-boyfriend, who looked to be exchanging his number with the girl, before marching directly to the Queen. Tom greeted the King and Queen, asking for a moment with his grandmother. When they were in one of the private rooms upstairs, Tom smiled brightly. “I just met my mate.”

“You should’ve died in the chaotic search for Neil in the library! What’s so good about a moronic wench like you? Huh? Just because you saved him? Why does that matter?!” “H-How do you know about that?” she asked in a feeble voice. Clara pressed her foot on Keanna’s head. “That man is mine! I knew from the start he was going to be the King.” “Auuugh…” “What about a person like you? You, who’s gullible beyond belief!” Stomp! “You don’t even know your place, haha! Do you know what’s going to happen to you?” Stomp! “This dirt floor is where you belong.”

Oh, damn, it's one hell of a body. I heard a loud cough and looked up at the man sitting on the throne looking like a god. "You may rise, my men." He spoke to Kay and Kane, they both rose from their bowing positions and nodded at their 'leader'. "We have found her, my king." Kay spoke looking at the solid ground in front of him. King... What the hell? "Good job, Kay. You are dismissed." Kane and Kay left the room, closed the doors after them and left me alone with the hottest species in the fucking universe. Fuck, I really should stop thinking with my vagina.

Henry says, Archie nods before turning around and walks out of the auditorium. Henry clears his throat before leaning forward closer to the microphone, "It seems as though someone has been spreading rumours about my girlfriend. Let me remind you that I am the King of Crawford, my father may have tolerated it but I certainly won't allow people to disrespect me and my kingdom by making unsubstantiated proof, understood?" "But your highness – "Understood!" he says loudly. Mr Williams jumps and nods, "Yes, your royal highness." "Now, everybody leaves, we will continue this meeting at a later stage," he says and he sits back into his chair.

The King asks and Baxter looks ready to jump. “Evie,” my name in the King’s mouth sounds dirty and disgusting. “Will you please join me for dinner?” “Adam and I would be happy to,” I answer and the King nods, but looks less than pleased. “Adam knows the time and place,” The King exits. “What the hell was that about?” I ask Adam. “He is up to something, his Lycan is fighting him,” Adam pulls me away. “Prince Adam,” I hear someone call him and he turns us around. “Your old room is untouched, if you and your mate would like to retire there.”

In the west wing, Rowan poured himself a glass of wine and stared out at the forest. “So the king chooses to bare his throat,” he murmured to the empty room. “Let us see how long he can keep his crown when the old blood starts to howl.” He raised the glass in a silent toast. The game had entered a new phase. And Caelan Ashford was now the prize everyone wanted to claim.

He simply nodded. "Have you had breakfast?" He asked and I shook my head. "Alright, I'll leave you to quickly do that. I just wanted to give something to you. I received an invitation letter from Marcus," he stated, and I furrowed my brows. "Marcus?" I asked in a whisper. "Marcus Taylor?" I threw him a questioning look, and he beamed at me, causing me to gasp. "If I am right, then he is the youngest son of the Moon Hunter pack?" I confirmed and he nodded briefly.

I folded my arms, trying to steady myself, heart hammering as his eyes flicked toward me just as the guard stepped back. “Ma’am, let’s go. The boss has arrived,” the guard said, calm but firm. My knees trembled as I lifted my gaze. “Who… who is he? Is he…?” I whispered, dread coiling tight in my chest, when suddenly his height felt strangely familiar. “Yes, ma’am. Mr. Evan Grant, our king,” the guard replied. WHAT! This is the evil I’ve been defying? Slowly, I turned toward the car he had stepped out of, the same black shade and model that had vanished into the darkness that night.