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It was an Alpha pressure that was completely different from Jordan's, seeming more restrained and powerful. If Jordan's scent was like scorching magma, full of aggression, then Austin's scent was like an eternal and unchanging glacier. It wasn't aggressive, but it was filled with an unquestionable and absolute authority. All the half-shifted werewolves involuntarily retracted their claws under his scent and shifted back to their human forms. They bowed their heads in submission. This was absolute dominance from the apex of bloodlines and was far beyond Jordan's savage intimidation. … After that incident, I had more contact with Austin due to the handover of my work. He seemed to have learned

Shaking her head Belle looked up at Raja and held up a hand causing Raja to stop mid sentence. “It is fine Your Radiance, His Grace is upset and he is on a fury strike so do not engage.” Looking at the King, Jezzebelle not once broke his eye contact as she struggled to get out of the wheelchair. Once out of it she started to move towards him. Turning around, the King huffed and walked to his office. Her father however was severely displeased with him.

“He already took my life once. But that still wasn’t enough. He wants me completely gone. But I’m not giving up that easily. I’ll take back what’s mine, what my father worked hard for..” “Wait, wait…” I raised a hand to stop him. “Throne? You’re a king? King of what? Are you drunk or just insane?” This was too much. I can't deal with crazy things right now. He stood up slowly. And then his next move nearly made me drop the vase I was holding. Right before my eyes, his body shifted, his muscles stretching, bones cracking, his form twisting until thick fur covered his skin. A powerful snarl rumbled from his chest.

Every breath he took was filled with fury and frustration, his nostrils flaring with an intensity that I could almost feel emanating from his body. “You dare summon me, a powerless werewolf? he bellowed with contempt, his voice a raging inferno. "I am the cursed Lycan King, feared and revered by all. You should be grovelling at my feet, but instead you summon me to do your bidding. You are just a flea that I can crushed beneath my boot.”

" How's he going to get us killed? The last time I checked. ….." "Wulfric Sage was a king like no other. Truly, our kingdom had never experienced someone like him before." She had a faraway look in her eyes. She was definitely recollecting something but my instincts told me they were negative ones, telling from the look in her eyes. " I personally thought Noah would be a burst of fresh air but I guess I was wrong. Very very wrong." "What do you mean by that?" She was talking in parables and I was even more confused than I was when she walked in here. "Alexis?"

"I'll never bend the knee or lick your feet, never! You think you're powerful because you brutally murder and torture people. You think you're a king because you sit on the throne and wear a crown. No! None of that makes you a king. You want to know what a true king is_one who is loved and respected by his people. The one that has the heart of people. But you king Luther, are not that person. The people don't love or respect you, they fear you." Words could not describe how angry Zara's words made King Luther. His expression darkened, and his eyes flickered with so much anger. Even in her sorry state, she still remained stubborn and defiant. Or maybe it's because he's e been going soft on he

Amante POV Alpha King Amante del Fuego, the Venerable King of Irati Nardus Pack… wait, something seems strange. I can’t yet figure out which part of the introduction didn’t fit in. I have a reluctant feeling about being called the Alpha King under the name of a pack that I had never acknowledged as my home. I should change it into something more relevant to me. Sagrada Supreme Kingdom! Whoah! That sounds strong and rhyming. Yes, that’s it. Sagrada from my former kingdom and Supreme as being the one and only surviving werewolves kingdom in the world.

“I want all of them dead! Kill them all!” The man snarled viciously. The people near him flinched at the rage in his voice. “Yes, your highness,” a young man said with a bow before scurrying away, his voice quivering with fear. All of the people in the room cowered at the man’s anger. He was their king, the werewolf king, and he held extreme power over them all. He would become honored and his command would be remembered for centuries, as it led to the end of fire dragons, or so everyone thought.

Wrath grew to twice his size, answering this challenge with one of his own, his giant maw open, lips pulled back, snarling at this young whip daring to keep him from what was his. The Royal prince radiated a lethal strength, his Alpha power reaching out, strangling Mikhail with itś dominance as Wrathś hackles rose, a dangerous line of savagery along his spine, and it was clear that he intended to eliminate this threat quickly. ''Oh, shit! Narelle didn't know what to do. Self-preservation was high on her list of important things, and she knew she was no match for a Lycan prince, but the choice was taken out of her hands as Wrath released a thunderous roar causing the ground to tremble, and th

His grip was iron. “You embarrassed me,” he said. “Made me bleed in front of my wolves. That requires punishment.” He threw me. I crashed into the ground hard enough to crack ribs. Pain exploded through my chest. “But first, we need to have a conversation. About loyalty. About obedience. About what happens to mates who defy their alpha.” He dragged Kade forward by the chain. Kade fought. Struggled. But the silver was too strong. It drained him. Made him weak.