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“We’ll incite High Cliff by taking their princess from Donnelly. Then you’ll have two realms after your head. Not to mention Donnelly has that dragon. Do you really wish to risk all that just because you couldn’t throw another boy?” Ignoring the insult against himself, the king waved an unconcerned hand. “My sources tell me the Donnelly dragon’s dead.” “Fine then.” Greggor belched and picked up an apple from his side table before dusting it off against his chest and biting into it. “Start a war with Donnelly. Who am I to deny the most powerful man in the kingdom?” After winking at the king for his mocking flare over the title, he inadvertently spit apple chunks when he added, “But seriously,

Hushed whispers. "That’s nonsense!" Kingsley barked, his face turning red. "You want to bleed us dry?!" Vespara tilted her head, unfazed. "Mr. Kingsley, you have hundreds of millions in wealth. If you're taxed even a few tens of millions, it won’t harm you. You will still dine off gold plates and sleep on silk sheets. But if the pack collapses, if our soldiers weaken and our doctors quit, what will your wealth be worth then? Right now, we don’t need greed. We need unity."

Men who had been unloading crates froze, their eyes wide as the couple emerged from the darkness. One of the dockworkers, his face scarred, dared to speak. “This is neutral ground. You don’t own everything, King Dante.” Dante stepped forward, his coat billowing, his presence suffocating. “Neutral ground? There is no neutral ground in my kingdom. You breathe because I allow it. Speak quickly before I decide silence is your last gift.” The man swallowed, his hands trembling. “We… we were told this territory was free for the taking. That the King and Queen were… distracted.”

Nurul Islam stroked Abrar's hair and began: "Once there was a king. His son was very honest. His grandson was even more honest. One day, the uncle came and said, 'I want the throne of the kingdom. If you want to save your grandson's life, you must fight...'" The room grew dim; everyone's eyelids grew heavy. But Arian knew—he would have to stay awake through the night. Because old enemies do not sleep, and they were now running after Abrar.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, maybe you're right if you would have followed your first mind and stayed dead she could still be here. It's amazing you could convince other people to do your bidding but you couldn't convince her to save her own life." I covered my ears with my hands. His voice continued to vibrate in my head. I wasn't going to let him get to me. "You see, the Gattani family doesn't take too kindly with people taking advantage of their generosity. You could have had the world at your fingertips but you got greedy. Don't you know money is the root to all evil?" "Shut up!" "My, my, my I told you to eat. They say people get grouchy when they haven't eaten.

"What's with that shabby clothes again? You're the queen of this kingdom, so you should start acting like one. Spend at least 500 gold coins every month." "Pardon?!" Aileen asked. "What's so shocking about spending your monthly allowance?" The king crossed his arms and stood impatiently. "Should I be spending other people's taxes? This is way worse than the corruption in my world," Aileen asked, hesitating to obey the King's order. It does not feel right for her to spend other people's hard-earned money.

All I could think about was how tomorrow was going to turn out. The next day, Zane arrived early as promised and we immediately got into his car and drove all the way to Karla's pack. “Are you sure you've got this?" I muttered to him as we drove and he turned to me with a raised eyebrow. ”What does that mean?" “The Alpha, are you sure you can get him to let me in?" He stared at me for a while then bursted out laughing. ”You always find a way to crack me up, Levi. Didn't I tell you I was the king? No one can say no to me. Besides, the Alpha is quite a pushover"...

Samael, the king of wrath, was ranting. “The last time I saw him on the battlefield, he said big brother can’t find this place, that we’re truly saved from his demonic claws. He even called big brother all sorts of terrible names and nothing happened to him, no thunder or divine retribution or any signs of punishment. I think it’s high time we stop fooling ourselves, big brother was killed in that great war, that’s why we didn’t hear anything from him… let’s stop this meaningless worship and eat to our fill, modus is currently in the human world enjoying the chaos… it’s time to sprinkle greed into the hearts of the humans again, I can’t wait to start planting greed into those little men “a g

His broad shoulders were relaxed, but there was something threatening about his gaze as he rubbed his fists and stared at my kneeling form. “She ain’t worth it,” he spoke as his gaze finally shifted from me to Matteo. “If you want puttanas to have fun with, I’ve got plenty at my disposal. Take your pick after the meeting.” Matteo chuckled as he moved back to his seat and sat down, but I remained on my knees, unsure if I was allowed to stand up. “It seems you have a soft spot for her,” he pointed out as he entwined his fingers under his chin. “But she has caught my attention and I need to have her. I’m willing to trade half of my million dollar shipment from Panama in exchange for her.”