روايات وقصص ضمن I Became The King By Scavenging Chapter 41

CHAPTER 41: THE KING BREAKS THE WORLD Scene 121: The King's Fury Raiken stood in the ruined doorway, blood running from his temple. Blue fire wrapped his arms. The shadows across the prison floor bowed toward Grandmother. Not him. Not the first king wearing her face. The child inside her. Grandmother’s body jerked beneath my hand. A small heartbeat fluttered through her pulse. The first king tried to pull her away. I tightened my grip. “Stay with me.”

I watch my own father become a mere husk of who he once was, a living, breathing shell of a man who was once the epitome of power and strength. Another damaging blow to my heart, yet slowly, I turn away from him, exiting the room, ignoring the sharp sting in my eyes, and quietly closing the door behind me. On the other side, the butler stands, his expression solemn, as if he, too, understands. "Your Majesty," he says, bowing his head in reverence, my newly acquired title now hanging heavily over me. It finally hits me—I am the new Alpha King. "James, gather the guards and tell them to prepare for battle. We leave for Wildheart’s manor tonight."

The rogue Alpha struggled to his feet, coughing up dark blood as he shifted back into the battered body of a scarred man in his late forties. He leaned against the broken tree, clutching his chest. But instead of begging for mercy… He smiled. A horrifying, bloodstained grin spread across his face as he looked past me toward the unconscious young man lying behind me. “Matthew Arizmendi…” the rogue leader wheezed, his voice dripping with cruel amusement. “The great and arrogant King of New York. You think you’ve won? You think you’re protecting your territory?” I didn’t answer. I stepped closer.

His eyes flashed and for some unknown reason, I understood what he was trying to tell me. I nodded my head and he hid me behind his tall figure. “You have gone crazy. Your greed for power and throne has blinded you.” I heard the king trying to argue. I laid on the ground and started crawling toward the child. Thankfully, there were a lot of tables around. So I was able to sneak away without anyone knowing.

The man this body had feared so much he chose death. I rose to my feet. My legs still trembled. My body was still weak. But my mind was steel. I walked toward the mirror. A pale Omega prince stared back at me. Long silver hair. Delicate features. A body built to kneel. I lifted my chin. My reflection did the same. “No,” I said quietly. My voice was calm. Certain. Deadly. “I am no sacrifice.” I touched the mirror. My eyes darkened. “I am a King.”

"Take a good look at yourself! You've got nothing going for you. If it weren't for your family's money, why would I have stuck around? Let me make this clear. There's nothing between us. We're done!" With that, she turned and walked off fast, as if she was afraid that he would catch up. Hendrick didn't follow. His eyes were red, his legs unsteady as he grabbed the counter and sank to the floor. "How did this happen…" Not one of his so-called friends stepped forward. They all slipped out quietly, leaving him there alone. He broke down. "Mom, Dad… I was wrong," he said hoarsely. "I finally see what they're really like. I'll marry Madeline. I'll do whatever you say. Just please, don't cut me of

  ~CASSANDRA POINT OF VIEW~ I was in my chambers in tears. I was forced to marry Lucas the new king and I'm now the Queen. The prime minister that called himself my father was never a good man. I can't believe he also had a hand in the death of the King. I'm tired of staying here, I really need to go back to my world but first of all I will need to find Daniel and make him take his responsibility. He can't run away from his destiny because he is destined to be the King and rule his people with love and care.

"And Aris—or Daphne—don't wait for the next summit to show your hand. The world is much more fun when you have the right partner to explore with." I watched him walk away, the night air finally feeling clear. The thieves were in cells, the crown was back on the rightful head, and for the first time in three years, the road ahead wasn't a steep decline with broken brakes. It was wide open.

Fear was sinking into his being and he stuttered, sounding like the bastard he was. “Now that’s better.” I muttered, walked very close to his body, bypassed his bleeding arm so I wouldn’t get stained with his filthy blood, and yanked his head backward by pulling at his raven black hair. He was a traitor yet I touched him to inflict pain… He should count himself lucky. “It seems you have forgotten who your King is.” I hissed, holding Byron’s men's gaze as his breaths fell out of rhythm. “Perhaps cutting your tongue and feeding it to the wild rogues would remind you that I, Archie Kovan, is Your King!”