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Taking a steadying breath, I open the letter and begin reading: “Dear Lawler, It looks like you finally became King, and you had enough brains to find this room. I hope you do not fail the Kingdom; it doesn’t deserve that fate. This room will help you succeed if you decide to utilize it. Look on the bookshelf. Do you see all of those books? Those books contain important information from every King. Every King left notes on how to succeed and make the Kingdom great, and it is your Kingdom to lose if you do not read them. Now, look in the top drawer of the desk. You will find a large book. In that book, you will find information on everything we trade and who we buy from. You will also find th

He thought he had hidden enough, but he couldn't believe that his eyes had accused out. Jame's hands clenched my neck, despite the thin skin peeling off. I made a successful bet. Jame had a love for King David. He's a brave Alpha and will fall in love with another Alpha. Or rather, he's just like me. It's all alpha masquerading, not purebred wolves. I realized this every time the king invaded the territory. James alone is allowed to take care of David. He kicks everyone out. More importantly, every time looks at David, Jame always exudes cheerful pride. It is not the same as the feeling of worshiping the superior.

He opens the one he devoured last night, *Your Sire Claims You Completely*. "Fucking hell," TJ mutters under his breath. They're all here. Every single one. He closes that file and notices the one dated yesterday, the only one with a title he doesn't recognize. It's called *Your Master Smears Your Blood Good*. What a title. He has to read it. TJ opens an incognito browser window, logs into his Drive, and uploads that file. He closes that window, maximizes the grimoire window again, and just as he hears footsteps descending the stairs, slides back to his seat.

Some didn’t even bother to look up when I greeted them. A grown man strode forward, a stack of papers in his hands, then tossed them at my feet. “Let’s see how clever the king's slave really is.” The thin smile on his lips sharpened the insult. I didn’t answer. Instead, I calmly lowered myself to the floor. Arguing with them would only feed the fire. I ignored their stares and sank into the documents—annual tribute records, royal tax ledgers, and aid distributions to werewolf packs across the territories.

"And..." "...his women." Valeria's eyebrows drew together. "You think Luca will want Isabella simply because she belonged to Lorenzo?" Don Rossi nodded confidently. "It happens all the time." "Power intoxicates people." "Especially new kings." "They become greedy." "They convince themselves that everything the former ruler possessed now belongs to them." He smiled again. "If Luca truly sees himself as the new Mafia King..." "...then sooner or later..." "...he'll want Lorenzo's greatest prize." "Isabella."

“They seem to be Fausto's men.” “Take them down.” I ordered without hesitation. “Yes Capo.” Tapping rapidly on the keyboard, and seconds later, a loud sound of explosion echoed through my ear. “The fuck, Dante!” Luca yelled from his end. “You're welcome.” Adrenaline surged through me, as I waited. Waited for what I've been preparing for years to get. The King of Hearts. 'Soon, enough, my 'Ndrangheta would become the most powerful in the whole world.' I thought with satisfaction.

"Your Majesty." In that moment, Noah knew he was better of being feared than respected. If he could not have love, he would have fear. If he could not have loyalty, he would have submission. The Elder hurriedly slipped the crown of midnight black on Noah's head. The weight that eased on seemed a lot heavier than Noah had expected. He knew it was not only the weight of metal but also the weight of a whole kingdom. He could easily be overwhelmed under it. Had he been two days younger, he would. But now he was everything and nothing. He was a King and an Alpha to-be, but even still, he was what he always was—alone.

“He does not even know how to sense his kind. That is the instinct developed from our toddler years. Danger, love, differentiate each pod, those are all things groomed from a tender age. Instincts that enhance over the years. Yet, a King is incapable of doing so. Instead of requesting a Royal meeting, he sent you to plead his case. The ocean is out of order and instead of seeking an alliance with Prince Mitchalus to soothe the situation, he’s asking for protection like a coward. He circles himself with humans and rejects his own. That is not the actions of the King of Kings. I'm sure if this knowledge happens to reach the ears of the other kingdoms, the war won’t be against me but your so-ca

she wondered, it had popped up in the info dump she received and the voice in the dark place had said it to her right before she first woke up here. "Regis, is an old word for king, or something. It's also connected to my phantom crest," The crest hissed at her and information found itself in her subconscious. "There are other Regis out there, I can almost feel them, and they can feel me. We're all connected… like a network."

“Hurt him if he screams. Not enough to kill him. Enough to make him remember I was gentle tonight.” “Yes, boss,” Momo purred, pushing off the wall. I stood. I didn’t spare the prince a final glance. He’d be seeing me in his nightmares long after I left this cellar. - *Victor* I threw the crystal glass against the fireplace. It shattered in perfect symmetry, like everything I’d built that Rowan Hill was now tearing apart. My stupid lieutenants cowered by the door. No one dared tell me the truth. My son wasn’t ransom. He was bait. And Rowan didn’t care about money. He wanted me to crawl.