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To the contradicting emotion from the smile, HE bares the perfect music reflected it all. “LUST, GREED, GLUTTONY, ENVY, SLOTH, WRATH, and PRIDE.” Whispering the name of the sin that represents the seven books ‘He’ made and the very originals HE traps and imprison to the very second one and currently the book you are reading right now. HE ended the musical piece into the note of a deep, hard, and hateful way, as HE took a deep gasp and calls upon the Mistress to whom is all along listening and observing HIM, for all and up until HIS very wrath subsides.

The king's grip tightened, squeezing the life out of him, causing blood to spill from his mouth. "Forgiveness?" Alpha Malik's voice thundered with fury, his rage consuming him. "Hope she survives. Pray she didn't die, or else I will tear you apart piece by piece," Alpha Malik threatened, his words filled with venom. With relentless fury, Alpha Malik unleashed his wrath upon the helpless assassin, raining down blows upon him with the rod. Each strike intensified the pain, causing fresh streams of red to flow. The dungeon reverberated with the anguished cries of the captive, their torment forming a discordant symphony of suffering.

I couldn’t picture myself getting bound to a heartless woman. “I am the King!” I vociferated, releasing my dominant scent, making everyone around the grounds of torture, bow. The servants began to shake in fear due to my uproar. Prince Byron tilted his head just like Princess Violet. Even Jay kept quiet for once in hours. “I am the King Archie Kovan Of the Wereland. I rule and make commands not listen and obey commands. Do you get that?” I growled. That one was meant for Princess Violet but I didn't bother to specify until I spoke again.

"You still don't get it, do you?" When no reply came, Stefanos sighed, nodding his head. "Fine." The smirk in the Kings face began to falter as the sound of bones crushing and snapping reached his ears. Groans and moans escaped, making the King stumble backwards before he fell back on his butt, staring with horror evident in his eyes. "Sire..." Wraya muttered, a small smile gracing his lips as he felt a sudden surge of energy in his veins. He felt proud. For there stood Stefanos in his full glory, black fur shining lustrously as he growled threateningly at the King, his large figure dominating everyone else.

Vidhant murmured while eyeing Raf’s clenched fists. "What’s happening in the Royal Clan is none of your bloody business," Raf’s aura-filled voice boomed in the area, and all shuddered on their spots, including Jake and Vidhant. Whenever any Alpha gets angry, it’s impossible for the surrounding people not to get afraid when he uses his pure Alpha voice. And Rafael is the King of Kings, which means his voice had double the power of a usual Alpha. Jake got scared for a moment, but he composed himself and said in a brave tone, "You have something which belongs to Scorpion Clan."

He screamed in his mania, "You dare! YOU DARE! Come here and flash your ring and your flower dress and your happy Rosey cheeks at me, you cheating abomination, bitch? You will not survive to tell this tale! I will make sure you regret flaunting in front of me. I know why you are here. You will NEVER know about any of them and they will all die screaming like the miserable creatures they are. Then I will make sure you watch as I tear your Dragon family to shreds as you watch. Your handsome Mate will see what it means to mess with me! I am The King of Werewolves! I am The Akuma Waai Archaíos! And I shall teach you the final lesson before ending your pathetic life forever and clearing this plan

He explains. “Okay,” I answer, and he nods. “I Liam Moon Black, King of the werewolves and Alpha of the Royal Moon Pack. Invited you, Zara Perl, Daughter of the Queen, a place in the Royal Moon Pack as a Packmember and Family member.” As dad said the words, I felt the power coming from him. Not sure of what to do, Sierra spoke to me. And told me the words to say.

His voice, a thunderous roar, pierced through the chaos, sending tremors through the souls of those who dared to witness his wrath. "Sarah!" Haider's voice boomed, resonating with a primal anger that shook the arena to its core. His eyes blazed with a fire that consumed all reason, leaving only a single-minded desire for vengeance. "You have betrayed me, betrayed Ameera. You will pay for your treachery!" His words hung in the air like a death sentence, a warning to all who dared to cross him. The sheer force of his anger radiated from him like a tangible aura, commanding attention and sowing fear in the hearts of those who bore witness to his wrath.

Day three, they come. Not together. One by one, like challengers. **Thorn Two** drops from the sky. Wings. He’s not wolf, not human. Bird-boned, hollow, eyes like knives. “I am Wrath,” he says. “I judge the King.” He dives at Cael. Rowan intercepts, claws out. They crash into the stump, splintering it. “Stop,” I shout. “By order of the King—” “He hasn’t earned it,” Wrath snarls, pinning Rowan. “A baby doesn’t rule, strength rules.”

A murmur rippled through the ranks, a mix of agreement and fear. “Tonight, he has declared war,” Dante continued. “And tomorrow, I will show him what war truly means. I will burn his strongholds. I will hang his captains by their tongues from the walls of their own castles. I will make his name a curse whispered by mothers to frighten their children. And when I find him, when his coward’s heart beats its last, I will carve it from his chest and show it to the world.” The soldiers, exhausted and broken, still found their voices rising in a roar at their king’s words. The Wrath of the King was not just vengeance—it was fuel, igniting the embers of their resolve.