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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."

I'm not sure if I'm opposed to that or not. I chew uneasily on my fingernail. "His position as King has been restored. I'm frightened of him." I'm curious to know how he managed to get the territory back off Vaia, and what or who he had to sacrifice. Now that he is King, I'm more terrified than ever. He has power, and he can do as he wants, and demands what he wants, including getting me to marry him. Marek frowns. "So what, you want to obey?"

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."

"I will not introduce each member of the family but they now live in the Kingdom of Lacandia, the mortal enemy of our Kingdom." I'm right. King Hellion is what she refers to as King Valor's only friend. I just wonder, did the former friends lead to a fierce fight? Is what I heard right in retrospect? That King Hellion was greedy for power so King Valor was able to kill his best friend or was there a deeper reason? Greed does something very different to a person. It will push you to do something that will only ruin you in the end because greed is a bad deed. No bad deed wins in the end.

He whispers. “The seven deadly sins.” Knowing, but more like anticipating after seeing the truth and the half of the future where everyone in this game of the hell-like world is running into. He flips the pages of the books and fast, like commanding it to heed to his wishes, it ends in the particular chapter by which he reads with confidence, excitement, and ease. “Greed and Glutton.”

he replied, bowing his head deeply as I walked past him. As we drove through the quiet night, the stillness of the air matched the emptiness in my mind. My thoughts replayed the events that had led me here. I had once been the late Lycan King’s beta—respected, praised, given riches, wealth, and women. It was everything I had ever wanted, but it still wasn’t enough. I needed more. I craved more. I was greedy. And that’s when it all started. I began stealing from the late king. The pack’s resources found their way into my pockets. It went on for years until, one unfortunate day, the king summoned me to his throne room. I could still recall his cold, calculating stare as he scolded me.

Inside were the names of key individuals from global organizations, all connected to the syndicate that operated beneath the surface of nations. Pluto was holding the more sensitive documents. They contained detailed matrices showing the identities of spies and hired killers. These were operatives paid to observe, track, or eliminate those who dared to expose the illegal operations of our global network. I am the Mafia King. But even that title doesn’t place me at the highest point in the underground hierarchy. Above me is the Emperor—the one who truly rules the world syndicate. The structure mirrors a royal empire: one Emperor, one Empress, and one King in each kingdom. And in every kingdom

Just the sharp clatter of hooves and paws on stone, then sudden silence as six massive wolves—guards—stalked through the gate. And behind them: Kael, the Alpha King. He didn’t walk, he moved like the air parted for him. Black leather, gold trim, shoulders like carved stone beneath a travel-worn cloak. His jaw was dusted with dark stubble, hair tousled by wind, eyes the color of molten amber set under thick brows. His wolf shadowed him. You could feel it—raw, untamed, pressing against the edge of his skin like a beast barely contained. Everyone bowed low, I didn’t. Not because I was bold—because my body wouldn’t move.

Caius was carefree and disliked formalities. The rumours about his brother’s misery seemed accurate. Daniel couldn’t escape the rules imposed on him as the Crown Prince. “He’s also a little materialistic.” Gia suddenly remembered Matteo’s explanation about bribery. Should she offer money during her negotiation tomorrow? “Don’t get the wrong idea.” Mette interrupted Gia’s thoughts, apparently reading her expression. Gia had unknowingly made a slightly disgusted face. Greed wasn’t a trait any official, especially a king, should have. Gia saw it as a significant flaw.

The Grand Priest elaborated, “I’m not saying this to make you feel small. I assume that you're fully aware of Tyr’s real motive now that he is on his way to your headquarters. If you fight Tyr alone, you are definitely not his match.” “Is that so?” Frode sounded slightly scornful. “So, what are you hoping to accomplish by coming here today?” “Now that I’ve told you this much, I won’t beat around the bush any longer,” the Grand Priest explained with a faint smile. “Since GPE announced the five books on the dark web, it’s no secret that collecting the five books of Celestial Empire wonders can make you a God, right? Some time ago, the Jackals robbed a businessman and killed his entire family.