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******************Trigger Warning************ “Its Mrs. Kingston, but as long as you are listening. The Lycans on the East coast have poisoned the name of the King. You are most dreaded my Lord, everyone believes you care only for sex and more money. Young Omega females are taken from their homes and used by your officials. All appeals to the crown have been ignored. My father has mounted several rescues and been successful thus far. But my king, as you are willing to listen to me, I can go on. Your council has many good and dedicated servants. They send us aide, but must do so in secret. Maybe I was mated to Adam to bring all this to your attention. You officials in the East wear gold and d

I glanced around, observing the varied expressions of the onlookers, some casting doubtful glances towards King Roderick, while others remained cautious, awaiting further evidence. Lord Alden's voice carried conviction and strength as he painted a vivid picture of King Roderick's alleged misdeeds. His accusations echoed in my mind, resonating with a truth that I couldn't ignore. The image of a king driven by insatiable greed, exploiting his subjects and leaving them to suffer under his oppressive rule, shook me to the core.

Peace and mafia were too words one often wouldn’t find said in the same breath. David wished, however, that some mornings could be peaceful. The kind of peace that didn't require him to use his gun let alone leave his bed for peace to take place. One morning alone with him and his bed. No phone consistently vibrates from the million and one useless texts and calls. Again, what was the use of having so many men if they couldn’t do anything without him? Useless was what it was. The constant din of Bohemian Rhapsody from his phone as the caller refused to hang up grated on the mafioso’s nerves. Time for a new ringtone. T

Kelvin was the first to speak, scoffing, “The king is late due to the evidence at hand. You better explain why you have those chemicals in your territory.” “You assured the council you’d return with proof. Do you have any?” Raven pressed, clearly eager for my response. “Why do we have to listen to this nonsense? He’s guilty, and whatever evidence he presents will be a fake!” Kelvin interrupted, attempting to preempt my evidence. “Wait until I present my proof before calling it fake, and remember, it’s a serious crime to speak against the king.” “Not when the king is willing to commit such a heinous act against the City. Do you understand the risks tied to the chemicals you brought in?”

I still didn't feel better after taking her herbal tea, so I got dressed and went to visit the pack doctor. “Luna. You’re here. Please come this way." The doctor said to me, leading me to a private room. “This is specially made for the royals." The doctor answered my unasked question with a smile when she saw my questioning gaze. “How may I be of help to you today, Luna?” The doctor asked. “Please call me Freya.” I said, and she stared at me, puzzled at how humble I was. “I seem to have a digestion problem. I can’t keep food down, and somehow it starts from the morning till late and leaves me feeling very weak the rest of the day." I explained to her, and the doctor smiled at me.

In this moment, his blue eyes communicate his greed for Sin's throne and power. He isn't as tall or big as the other six, and he isn't any close to Sin's body mass, but he doesn't let this stop him from standing eerily close to Sin and sticking a provoking look in the King's face. “And what if you made us?” Greed asks, his dark hair dangling over his blue eyes. "You think you can destroy us, then?" Curiously, I bounce my eyes between the two. Things are a little calm. But I am smart enough to know this is the calm before the storm, before a very bloody storm.

Everything about this room screamed domination. And seated behind the desk, a king without mercy…. Vincenzo De Luca. Thirty-two. Italian American blood. Asian stock mogul by name, underworld emperor by nature. His tailored charcoal suit hugged a body carved from discipline, not vanity. Broad shoulders, razor-cut jaw, light-olive skin that glowed under low light. But it was his eyes; golden-brown, unreadable, predatory; that held the world hostage. He didn’t run a business. He ran a damn kingdom, banks, brothels, borders. Politicians bowed. Rivals vanished. He trusted no one, not even his own shadow.

Just like that? “He had everything a king could ever want,” Alaric drawled, holding up three fingers. “An unshakable kingdom, immense power— wealth , and a strong army." He paused, eyes narrowing slightly. “But one thing about greed, little rose, is that it’s never enough. Nothing is ever enough. No matter what the king had, it was never enough. He wanted more power, more wealth, more than he could ever handle.” Alaric ran a hand through his hair, his expression darkening with disdain. “He was a greedy little bastard... that's why he never cared about anything else. Not even his own daughter."

“It just costs 50 for one.” Ivy sighed as the flavour exploded in her mouth and said, "It's so good. I want one, so pay up, K." King checked his pocket for money and froze realizing he doesn't come out with money. Why would he, when he's the King? Everyone freely gives him their goods so he doesn't bother with money, Zaar does that for him... but he wasn't King now. He was K.D... whatever that meant. He immediately pulled Ivy to the side while pursing his lips. “I don't have money.”

He said and paused waiting for a reaction. My palms became sweaty and I instinctively hid behind the king. Who wanted to buy me? "You don't seem excited yet. Wait until you hear this! You get two untouched female slaves as a bonus." His smile got wider. "Imagine all the wonderful ways you could deflower the..." I felt sick to my stomach. The King cleared his throat. "You also get five submissives. In fact, as many as you want!" If Farrel could jump out of his skin, I was sure he would. He was buzzing with excitement.