I Became The King By Scavenging Chapter 41 Mga Nobela at Kwento

My wrist throbbed where the iron had scraped it, and I pressed my sleeve against the dried blood and watched the country roll past the window, and I let myself imagine, for the first time in my life, that the story had finally turned in my favor. Sable paced circles inside me, warm and bright and singing to herself. Mate claimed us. Mate took us home. Home, I repeated, and the word tasted new. The palace rose out of the evening in walls of pale stone, bigger than our whole pack grounds, and the car swept through three gates before it stopped. A warrior opened my door, and standing at the foot of the steps was the King, and warmth flooded up through my chest and my feet wanted to run to him,

The fire sparked, casting fresh light across the chamber. The King moved to the spring, drinking deeply. Then he turned to face us, his golden eyes gleaming. "Rest tonight. Tomorrow, we begin the journey." I looked at the map in my hands, the weight of its promise settling into my bones. The path forward was clear. And the hunt for the Council's hidden fortress had just begun. END OF CHAPTER 27

The worried frown in her eyes is gone when she began to apply lipstick and pat a little bit of powder on her nose and cheeks. "Alright let's go." I uttered softly. When she turned towards me I hold her hand and we head out together to the front door. This is it, I am claiming the crown that my father is about to hand over to me. Walking through the hallways is like dancing to a rhythm that is about to get a final ending soon. It only took a few minutes till we arrive a the huge hall that is all designed and decorated with all glamorous lights and colors, it is five am and before the sun comes up I am already the Alpha King. The wide doors are open, flowers are blooming everywhere and the war

Rain fell steadily, echoing against leaves like a drumbeat counting down to something inevitable. “You are mine,” he repeated, low, dangerous. “Even now, even in fear, even haunted by your past. And I will not allow anyone—Kael, pack, or predator—to take you from me. Not tonight. Not ever.” A snap of a branch made me spin. Someone—or something—was moving fast through the trees. My wolf growled, warning, tense, ready to fight. The King stepped in front of me, hand brushing my shoulder. His eyes narrowed. “Good,” he murmured. “You are learning. Survival first. Then obedience. Then desire. And only then will you be ready for what comes next.”

So, I must remain composed, gathering information and resources discreetly, until the perfect opportunity presents itself. "Look who is lying here." I hear a mocking voice interrupting my thoughts. I turn to see my captor, Charles, smirking down at me, relishing in my current state of vulnerability. "King Richard, the one and only heir to the throne," he sneers. "How the mighty have fallen." Charles takes pleasure in taunting me, but I refuse to let his words affect me.

When I stepped out of the VIP room and to the other room where they were. All eyes fell on me and Jerry blinked. "Fuck!" TBC Go read my book The King's Raw Obsession on Goodnovel! Chapter 1 The sounds of victory could be heard as they rounded off their fights. It had been a long day from training to fighting until victory was theirs. The King of Bakarish stood tall as he watched his men look for their women and the little kids dance for victory was finally theirs to talk about. For years, he'd hidden and watched the people of ICANAR destroy his home and turn his pop into slaves, hitting and flogging till there was nothing left but bones.

No, I wasn't all the king had, the king was all I had. I couldn't remember my childhood. I didn’t even remember my name. All I knew was wandering the streets, aimlessly, with nothing—no food, no direction, no purpose. I was lost, broken, my life slipping away. It was then, when I thought all hope was lost and I was close to death, that I met the king.

"I have come to reclaim the throne." (End of Chapter 143)

Chapter 10: Claws and Crowns As I was about to leave the hall, the doors swung open and the guards marched in, escorting someone. It was the king. “All hail King Zarreth, first of his name,” one of the guards announced. I quickly slipped into the shadows of a corner. He walked with the arrogance of someone who believed the world belonged to him, shoulders high, chin lifted. How could he sleep peacefully after slaughtering innocent people like animals? My gaze burned with disgust.

’ If it were hours ago, King would have believed him because then the darkness has corrupted his mind but now, Ivy had sucked up most of it and he could sense his grandfather getting weak so instead of fighting his way out, he waited while looking for a good opportunity. The opportunity, however never came. The moment Ivy fell to the ground, it was as if he was jolted by a bolt of lightning. He instantly overthrow his grandfather's subconscious mind, gaining control over his body and then he was running towards her. The fear written all over his face made all the minions pause for a minute as they threw confused gazes at each other. Didn't he want her dead minutes ago? Why does he look petri