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he explained briefly, continuing to click on the keyboard. "With that being said, you will be happy to know that your next client is none other than Thompson King. He's known for making large scale donations to small scale companies. Has helped revamp the central hospital down south and.." "Hold your horses, Rod. I'm not interested in knowing about his schemes. At least, not today. I told you that I don't operate on weekends. You know this too." Her voice was firm, leaving no room for discussion and Rod knew very well that she meant it.

Impossible… Could it be… that he was… Lucius smiled as if he could hear what she thought. “I am the King of Lafazall, and the Alpha Wolf of this kingdom, my dear.” ***

"Now, I want you to listen. We are going to run away from here. " My eyes widened, "Are you crazy? We would get killed!" He played with the knife in his hold. "I have someone who is helping me on the inside. Turns out the king has a lot of people willing to end him. And promising them spots in the new revelation got most of them to agree willingly." My eyes narrowed at him, "New revelation? What do you mean?" He smirked at me, his eyes filled with evil and greed, "Don't worry, little sis. Everything would be clear sooner or later."

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Cyrus sighed. "Fine," he acquiesced "But you need to let me bring in security experts from my pack." "They won't come for such a small pack." I said, "especially just to protect a random, unimportant Alpha." I was surprised that Cyrus thought that the King would allow that to happen. Who was I to warrant draining the Kingdom's resources? In the grand scheme of things, I was nothing, our pack just a dot on the map. "You're not unimportant" Cyrus spoke as concern filled his face, "Look at everything you've done. You're probably one of the most important Alpha's there is. They will come to protect you, I will make sure of it."

When everyone boarded the car, Jason sat next to Simon, realizing that he was now not only a voter, but also a personal manager for this potential supermodel. Six models met to shoot a commercial for an online game about angels and devils, with a narrative based on dragons and fairy tales. According to speculations, “The Angel King” is financed by Clare Fashion Company, and this is a Chinese-style online game that reaches the worldwide market, properly constructed, taking only the products they play into consideration. It is sufficient to set out for advertising to see a portion of it.

his voice grew stronger, deliberate, “—and his family have been, and always will be, our greatest allies within these palace walls. Loyal. Unyielding. And unlike others, they are ones I know will never betray me.” The crowd erupted in applause, the King’s words sealing the alliance in public record. There had already been whispers about Kenneth and his wife saving the king. Prince Cassian had confirmed it, but hearing it from their beloved monarch himself only deepened the people’s confidence in Kenneth. In recent days, local companies have rushed to take advantage of WrightCode Global’s products and services. Depositors of the Bank of Freedonia increased by 20%. And after this formal announ

I asked the servant who was told to accompany me. “Oh, he is King Jackob Arkhan, Princess. It could be said that King Jackob Arkhan is the second strongest king in the world after King Alden and King Aldan. His land holdings became the most extensive, with wealth and captive packs even stretching from all corners of the world. So he was feared by the other Alpha Kings, and was known as the cold-blooded Alpha King.” Immediately the hairs on the back of my neck tingled completely when I heard that, Cold-blooded King was a truly terrifying term. I can imagine how many werewolf lives he had destroyed.

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.

a grainy snapshot from the hotel's front door cam. Only his profile showed a man in a black coat with sharp, menacing features. The chill seemed to seep through the screen. The comments were blowing up: [OMG! Doesn't he look just like that guy?!] [The Alpha King of Bloodmoon Wolf Kingdom, Frederick!] Frederick. My head spun. The guy from last night, the one he called "baby," the one I thought was just a one-night stand. The Wolf King? The one from the legends, an Alpha King infamous for his hair-trigger temper and cold-blooded killings, all because he couldn't find his mate?