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the head of the Parliament addressed him. It was only then he noticed how the warriors and hunters are slowly surrounding him now. “For negligence, political collusion, and the covert sheltering of known dark magic sympathizers… you are hereby stripped of your title as a king. Your blood right to lead a pack is revoked. You are ordered into exile.” Colton felt as if he had become deaf for a short second before he started lashing out in anger. He didn’t care anymore. He’s screwed up anyway so why try to pretend to be civil?

Finally, I got hold of her. “Hmm….so what do you plan on granting me for standing by your side at all times, even in the human realm?” He asked. I laughed, “It was your responsibility to stand by me. Besides, I didn't force you to stand by me. You chose to.”. "You needed me the most or you could have gotten your ass killed.”. “I'm Alexander Bluemoon. An Alpha king and now a mafia Lord.” I smirked. "Self appraisal there.” He teased.

he said “Oh, am not going to kill you, am shipping you off to meet my associates in Mexica but I can’t promise that the Mexicans won’t kill you because where you are going no one returns.” Said the king watching his reaction but he got none, Tokelo/Ghost expression was neutral and the king couldn’t read it. The king took out his phone and called his people then left. The guards sedated Ghost and Snakes then carried them to the car.

What was that about? I took a deep breath and began gathering my thoughts. "Then, ask me anything you want, Your Majesty." The king's expression softened, and he leaned forward slightly, making the conversation feel more personal. "I have been thinking ever since last night. Your blue eyes, your pale skin, and golden locks... All of those features seemed too uncommon for the people in my kingdom. You can barely see anyone even with lighter hair. And almost everyone's eye colors are dark. But yours... Perhaps... Do you hail from another kingdom? Are you a spy planted here to give away my kingdom's weakness?" King Lucian smirked knowingly, hoping to get the response he wanted from me.

They deserve nothing but blood and death. "The King has given an order. W.O.L.F works for the King. We will not be halted," a male voice says, and we look at the blacked out W.O.L.F agent. "I understand. I am just wondering if Atticus will regret this order later. He is extremely upset right now and is giving his first order as our new King," Logan says, and we twitch a little.

This is the purpose of her life. Freesha had received news last night after Keyller left that her target had changed from His Highness to the next ruler of the palace as the current Earl was forced to resign. The latest update on His Highness was that he was still critically sick in bed and had no hope of surviving. Freesha’s asset inside had been updating her on what was happening. Last night, when Keyller was talking to her, the Countess arrived and interrupted their talk. Freesha was firm in her decision and was not interested in Keyller’s proposal to help her escape, so he didn’t answer Keyller.

I'm not sure if I'm opposed to that or not. I chew uneasily on my fingernail. "His position as King has been restored. I'm frightened of him." I'm curious to know how he managed to get the territory back off Vaia, and what or who he had to sacrifice. Now that he is King, I'm more terrified than ever. He has power, and he can do as he wants, and demands what he wants, including getting me to marry him. Marek frowns. "So what, you want to obey?"

Prince Ian said sadly. “They would’ve sent me as a bride with Prince Caspian to stop King Niklaus from taking me as his, if I were married then I was tied to the prince until he died, especially since I would have had no home being an exile” I said looking at the prince who avoided my eyes, I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair which was in its natural curls, having not wanted to burn it with a blow drier or braid it, loving its feeling of being normal on my back.

he told his guards. “Your Highness, we cannot—” “I said leave us.” “Sir,” the knight bowed and left the cell with the other guards. Kyle cleared his throat and knelt in front of Erik. “I hope they did not hurt you,” he smiled, touching the prisoner’s hair. Erik flinched and pushed his head back. “Who are you?” he asked coldly. “I am the king's brother, the prince of Exodius, Kyle.” Erik hurried to stand up and bow to him.

He could not, and would not, leave a single flank exposed. Because right now, the King was bleeding. His navy suit was gone, replaced by a dark tactical shirt. His steel-blue eyes were dead, devoid of any humanity, staring at the phone in his hand like a man waiting for his own execution. He was ready to burn the entire city to the ground, to wage a war that would drag every syndicate into the abyss, just to find the woman who had stolen his cold, ruthless heart. Suddenly, the encrypted military tablet held by Cain in the front seat let out a violent, high-pitched ping.