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Don't judge. The 'king' had lifted me up and sat me down on the water bed. I wiggled my bum and smiled lightly. The 'king' was kneeling in front of me inspecting my toe. It feels so good- the bed, of course. Duhh... I still wonder, though, why Kane and Kay called him 'king'. I mean, I'm pretty sure he isn't the king of America, 'cause we don't have a king. Smart, Kasey. Really smart. Maybe he's some kind of leader from a nerd group and they call him 'king'. And that explains the castle? Shit, no. You're right. I'm always right. Shut up, ho.

In the end, you decide to hear him out. Letting go of Yvon's arm, you bring your hands up and cross them over your chest while giving Dyan a hard stare. The latter throws his hand towards the direction of the man who bit your neck first and says. "That's Prince Aziel Basileus." Next, he gestures towards the man with dimples. "Lionell Draziw, the greatest wizard in the realm. Yvon, and I'm Dyan. The reason why we brought you here is because we think you're in grave danger."

He laughed under his breath once more. "I don't believe you. How else would he rule this pack? Isn't that why the warriors are so quick to assume anyone without ID is a rogue? Those have to be his orders." "Juliana, Moonlight certainly has flaws, but we're doing our best to make it up to the rogues we've hurt. All this restitution is with his guidance. He isn't a cold-blooded, ruthless king. If you knew the real him, he'd surprise you." "Oh yeah? How?" I didn't bother to hide my skepticism as I narrowed my eyes. I knew this was my friend Felix, and he'd been good to me, but maybe he was biased. Of course, the Alpha King's personal assistant would sing his praises.

THE VAULT – NORTH RIDGE ESTATE Nathaniel King sat in the subterranean darkness of his private sanctuary, the "Vault." This wasn't the office where he managed the billions of King Global; this was the birthplace of **Sekani**. Here, surrounded by liquid-cooled servers and multi-monitor setups that glowed with a soft, bioluminescent blue, the "Sun King" dropped his crown. He wasn't a CEO here. He wasn't a jilted lover or a man grieving a missing fiancée. He was a predator in a sea of data.

Brax questioned as we both looked up at Ace. "Yes! My great-grandfather was king, until he gave it up." "Okay. So why are you telling us?" I wasn't sure of his goal, seeing how it wouldn't matter now anyway. No, Alpha will hand their title over. The time of a King is long gone. "I plan to reclaim my title. My great-grandfather was foolish for stepping down. I will get everything that belongs to me. One way or another." He stated, as if it were an obvious fact.

King said, with bubble gum in his mouth. King is the most famous hacker in the world, people barely know what he looks like because they see him as an immortal. He is a wizard in anything that has to do with the system, so many companies have been trying to buy him with money he has refused to work for them. He can hack into any system, phone, traffic, or bank and he can tighten the security of any company. No one can hack into any system tightened by King. So many people want to kill him while some want to work for him. A long time ago he hacked into a bank and collected a huge amount of money which he distributed to the poor.

"That's considerable of you, but I believe that you underestimate my intelligence. You never cared about your mother's or father's belongings, which makes me think that the object that I possess might be worth more than an average diamond." A cold laugh escaped my throat. "Do you wish to bargain with the King? I want the diamond back because you never should have had it in the first place. It belongs to the royal family." "You are mistaken, Alpha King. The diamond has been given to me by the previous King, and I have the right to name the price you should pay." His tone was even and his gestures calm. This bastard was the real predator in this field, while I kept betraying how desperate I wa

A soft thing placed inside a hard system. The car windows were tinted dark enough to turn the city into a blur of lights and shadows. Charlie watched it all pass as if from underwater streets he knew by heart rendered unfamiliar by silence and speed. The Ministry building fell behind them, its brutal geometry receding into the distance like a sealed wound. No one spoke. Jonah Reed. Dexter’s personal driver sat in the front passenger seat, broad shoulders filling the space, posture alert but not aggressive. He hadn’t introduced himself. He hadn’t needed to. His presence said enough, nothing would touch Dexter or Charlie unless it went through him first.