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We could more or less see it as a wedding ceremony. I couldn’t bear it. My legs carried me toward the door, my head spinning. I told myself I was only going to take some air, that I didn’t care, but deep down I knew the truth. I couldn’t watch him bind himself to her. Not when the pieces of my heart were still sharp inside me. I was one step from the exit when the hall erupted with a voice that thundered through the walls. “All hail the Lycan King!” Every head turned at once, a ripple of shock and awe running through the room as he stepped in.

Not far from were I was standing, I saw the Alpha King in his human for while he was talking to my daughter in his arms. Walking to their direction I was able to hear some of the things that they were talking about. "I'm King Nicolai, the eleventh king of Werewolves". My daughter's eyes twinkled in delight as she claps her hands. "Wow yowr a Kwing?! I'm a Woyal too. Daddy calls me pwincess". My eyes almost bulged out of their sockets as I hurried my pace. When I reached them I knelt on my left knee and bowed my head. "I'm so sorry about that your Majesty".

Her composure is completely gone as she points at Elara. “That useless thing can’t be his fated mate!” she shrieks. “She’s a fraud! A traitor who defied the crown! How could someone like that possibly be destined for a prince?” I look between Harper, Magnus Blackwood, and Zari, who has gone deathly pale. The pieces fall into place. My fury shifts—cooling into something colder, sharper. More dangerous. “The three of you,” I say icily, “have cooked up quite the conspiracy.”

Little Harry said with a happy smile on his face, while Ava smiled and told, "but brother Harry, Jack is really a good person right" "but he told me, he also wants to marry you so no, you can't play with him, what if you like him more than me and marry him, so I don't like you playing with him, not only him, there are many boys, who want to marry you, so no way, you are not going to marry anyone other then me and at the same time, you can never marry anyone other then me," again Little Harry told with his jealous look on his face,

he said. My brows furrowed. “Do you suddenly care about me?” “If you have a scar on your face from Caelthorn–” I rolled my eyes. Of course, this was still about his pack. “Your reputation will be ruined. I understand.” *** “That was the best thing I ever watched!” Harry exclaimed. Harry was one of the cooks. He was actually from a Beta family that had been framed and exiled, and then ended up here with his parents in the Caelthorn pack.

For a moment, I want to consider what the consequences actually are, when suddenly he parts away and then walks away from me, so steadily so smoothly, as though nothing sparked between us just now. Or maybe I am hallucinating. **** Get over this asshole’s thought, he is an evil man, a pure evil. In my mind, I tell myself, who knows if that devil will hear me. Can’t take a chance on that. I am lying on my bed doing nothing but fantasizing Baron when my phone beeps and there I see a text from Harry. Harry is the captain of the hockey team at my school. He’s super popular, a total Chad, and usually dates girls who look like they’re going to become the head of their sorority when they head off t

“This place belongs to your boyfriend’s family.” “What?” I asked, feeling my body tense. Harry tilted his head and took a cigarette from the inner pocket of his coat. “That son of a bitch didn’t lie about being an heir—actually, I think that was the only truth he told you. But he’s not inheriting companies; he’s inheriting a branch of a mafia family.” “This… this… can’t be true. Mr. Harris is an heir, and he and Daniel—” I stammered, trying to make sense of it all, but nothing seemed to add up in my head.

"You shouldn't. It's my fault. I let Asheei leave. I should have protected him. He's my little brother." Before Ariadne can reply, the door creaks open. The last person that the Omega expects to see steps into the threshold. "What are you doing here?" Ariadne growls, voice losing that soft timbre. It's Harry, drinking more pink water, dressed in a horrendous sequin jogging suit. His voice is a thousand angry wasps. "I'm not beholden to anyone anymore. I go wherever I please." Kelly squints at the man. "You're just a broken old toy that no one wants to play with. Go away."

Ezra said, answering his initial questions. At that moment, Harry took me in his arms, removing me from the truck. I felt how his penetrating sight was on me. He put his lips close to my face, and I had to resist, with all my being, the urge to spit in his face. “I finally have you, Emma. I won’t stop until you give me a son. A son with your powers… A legitimate heir to the throne.” His nose sniffed my neck and then ran his tongue over it. He finished his attack by sucking my neck, hard. He wanted to leave a mark.

He calmly said like I was talking to someone with no emotions. "What? I am fighting for that girl...I mean...what if...just what if your friend finds out? You were meant to take care of her not fuck her" I announced on top of my lungs and Harry leans back to his chair. He looked like someone in his savage era totally looking at me like I have lost it. "I intend to make her mine..." He hadn't complete his statement when my hand pushed the cabbage in my hand inside his mouth. "You're a Pedophile"