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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.

Step by step, their greed, selfishness, ingratitude, and betrayal drive them to the edge. Kindness was a choice, a virtue. It was not an obligation, especially not for those who don’t deserve it. I often thought that if I hadn’t had that car, that office building, those connections like Mr. Parker, maybe the person digging through trash under the bridge that night would have been me. This world is never gentle. Sometimes, it’s cruel. This was my final lesson for Winnie and Noah. However, the tuition was steep. Too steep that they would pay for it with their lives.

I asked Grace who shook her head in confusion. “King Alexander and father have their conflicts especially after the werewolves got the throne of King Midas, he wanted to have the human kingdom’s throne, he believed that he could increase the size of the border of his kingdom gaining more power and strength out of the humans, especially if he turned them, then he would’ve been able to have the higher number of people in his population” Grace explained and I nodded, the whole ballroom froze and stopped any sound they were making when King Ned let out a growl that had the vampire king take a step back, especially when he found his grandson in his face against him, along side the werewolves.

She didn't need to be told a third time; she picked her skimpy dress and scrambled towards the exit, but as she passed me, she leant over briefly, letting out a low hiss, before the door shut behind her. We were alone, and the atmosphere felt suffocating. "You know I can smell your hefty arousal, right?" King Zion said, beckoning me even closer. "I can also see your tears, the ugly struggle, the horror inside about how you could possibly want a man like me," he stated as a matter of fact, pulling me closer. The moment his hand came into contact with my arm, goosebumps erupted, a jolt of heat shooting down to my pussy. I hated it, and yet my body shivered in return.

For that is how foolish a human can be. … “I can see… it is surely that guy. That bastard” Allan mumbled as he looked at the sight of Alex who was now inside the palace’s underground dungeon. He surely did order to give a thousand gold to the one that can give Alex but to think that he would lose a thousand gold, he is not happy about that. “Get out. I want to talk with this guy.” “Yes! Your majesty! ”

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.