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Zara’s sister. “Why don't we make this more interesting?” I cut through, finally making a decision. “What do you want, Chase?” My brother, Clinton Zapata, Asher’s father and the king of Zakori asked me. I smiled, then shifted my attention to Zara. “Zara,” I started as the entire hall went quiet. I reached out to take her hand in mine and she placed hers ever so gently as I sank onto one knee. “Will you marry me?” The words hung in the air, and I had no idea what her response would be, but I knew if she were a smart woman, she’d grab this opportunity by its horns.

'No, this is real,' he exclaimed. Yes, I plan to make my intentions known in the forest. I feel something for her. Is she the chosen one from the bloodline to be my queen? Queen of the Iron Throne? He strolled past the maid quarters and into the royal Court, exchanging pleasantries with his council. The man holds out a white sheet of paper written in black. Kohl nods and accepts it. "Awesome," he says after reviewing the names on the list.

The beauty of the scene below, paired with the weight of our conversation, created a sense of unity between us. "I understand your concerns, Daliah," Liam murmured, his voice a soothing presence against the quiet night. "But whatever path our son chooses, I believe he will do so with the same love and dedication we have for this kingdom." A gentle breeze swept through, rustling my hair and carrying with it the essence of the kingdom we both held dear. The future seemed both uncertain and promising, a canvas waiting to be painted by the choices our family would make. "Perhaps being a fire wolf won't define him entirely," Liam continued, his lips grazing my temple. "He'll bring his own unique

"Might you also be implying that her children whom I just met a few days ago are mine?" The Beta's expression remained smug, undeterred by my violent reaction. "The evidence speaks for itself, Your Majesty," he retorted, his voice dripping with disdain. "And if you are so certain that I am wrong. Call the woman into this room. I will accept what befalls me if I am wrong." "Very well." I turned to a sentinel stationed at the door. "Get me the healer." The sentinel bowed but hesitated. "What?" "Your Majesty, the healer is not in the castle. She left with her kids and Beta Neal at the first break of dawn."

I saw the restraint in him, the way he held himself back from touching me, from pulling me closer. Would I fall for him if he reached out? Last night, I was sure I’d been screaming his name—not Damien’s. Maybe if the bond was gone, I could finally be free. I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the words. But just before he spoke, I stopped him. “No one can know about this.” He nodded once, finally meeting my gaze again. The sadness in his eyes was unmistakable, heavy, unspoken. “I, Joel,” he said firmly, “next Alpha King of Theandor, son of Arial… reject you, Scarlet Underwood, as my mate.”

Alia's mother asks in between sobs. "He's behind all of this! The Lycan King is his father!" Josh let out another deep growl. "I guess you're done deceiving my sister and everyone else, now that you're letting your true self show." He continues to glare at me as he sniffs, picking up on my scent.

The stern talking too began. "I told you to take it easy on her, she is just a baby, and what the hell is going on down there!" Lazarus pointed down at the very obvious attraction The King was having with his daughter. Zephyr just shook his head at Lazarus he ascended up to his throne. Sitting down, Zephyr folded his hands together and leaned back against the throne. Starring straight at Lazarus, he finally laid it down. "For once in my life time, I found the light to my darkness. A splinter of light to show my pathway. She is that joy that every time she walks into the room it is the only thing I pay attention to. There could be over 15 family's around me and everyone in the room would disa

Taryn knew very well what advantages Locrand would bring, but she knew the disadvantages much better. Dealing with a man like Kyros was the worst ruin for anyone and would have marked the end of Elder, she would not have wished it even to her worst enemy. That man was scum, he couldn’t forget the way Kyros treated her when he tried to tell Athelstan to expect a son; the hatred he felt toward his own daughter; the way he treated all those who had no royal blood or who simply were not him. Taryn remembered the words of disgust spit at anyone.

Roy moved his head closer to him as he did not get what he uttered. "Oh, that was nothing," Jon looked at him and poked him right on his nose. "Ouch... what did you do that for," Roy grinned. They both laughed at soon stop. Roy soon raised up a question that made Jon look worried. He asked him if he won't fight to take back the pack from Brad who killed his Father and Mother and sent them out. Jon mused as he didn't know what to say. He kept silent for a while and relied Roy.

*Typhon* I don’t reply. I have no wish to discuss my life or what is handy with him. Some younger guys tend to find the idea of a rogue King dashing and glamorous, and I know that the truth is anything but. There is nothing dashing or glamorous about fighting for your existence, or the right to be yourself. Jonas finally breaks the long silence, “I'm sure you can let go of me now.” ‘No let's hold him a little longer,’ Cerberus purrs, ‘Maybe kiss him a little.’