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A love that manifests all growth, a love that conquered every foreign emotion and a love that will not quiver, in time, in pain and in hard experiences in life. Ethan and I, we started in a rough path. There is too much events that made us feel the wrath to each other. We loathed each other to the point that we made mistakes but those mistakes brought us together. The wrath that we felt leaves us scars but more importantly, it leaves an important lesson. Above all, love can conquer. Wrath will fade. Sufferings will end. Fairy tale do come real. Happy ending is for everyone. Wrath… it makes us do things. But with Ethan Velasquez, my husband and the love of my life, I am willing to experience

They were covered by dark strands of hair. "They say he is a Katharos. His Majesty will be happy that they caught one." Her handmaiden Elda continued to explain. A Katharos? A werewolf of royal blood. And now here he was as a prisoner. That must hurt his pride. werewolves were prideful creatures. All of them fought when they were brought here, unwilling to succumb to their enemies. Those wounds from a lash on his back were all because of defiance and he had more than anyone she had seen before. They covered his entire back, not leaving any skin untouched.

She should not be seeing this. Without thinking, I yelled, "I am Preston Whitmore's employer! I'm the CEO of Harlan Group!"

A booming chorus rose up from the people. “Kill the Omega!” “Kill the freak!” “Protect the crown!” Kael stood frozen, a deer in the storm’s eye. He felt Aaron’s body shift beside him, tense with fury, but before anyone could move— “SILENCE!” The King’s voice cracked like thunder through the sky, unnatural in its force — laced with an Alpha command so primal it punched through every heart, every throat, every breath. The square fell into instant, trembling stillness. Even the flames flickered lower.

Just please kill me already, my poor heart can't take this anymore. I taste a metallic flavor pour out of my nostrils and mouth before everything went dark again. I felt myself collapse, but not even the impact against the steel floors could wake me. ******************************** Enters Kris, The Demon-Wolf King's Host, "KRIS! YOU GOT TO GET OVER HERE RIGHT AWAY BROTHER!" "DUDE, I'M FREAKING OUT!! PLEASE" "THE WITCH KRIS.... THE WITCH!" This friggin idiot! He calls himself a King?!

--- *Chapter 8: The King’s Price* “KIERAN DRAGOS. YOU HAVE SOMETHING THAT BELONGS TO ME.” The Alpha King’s voice rolled across the valley like thunder. Ancient. Cold. It made my wolf — if I’d had one — want to submit. I didn’t. I had Rylan in my arms. Kieran was bleeding at my side. And 200 Claws had just watched me put a bullet in their Alpha. I was done submitting.

I slowly turned with the plate still in my hands, and my gaze caught the cowards who seemed to have developed the loudest voice in the absence of Darius. The loudest of them was a swollen man draped in a coat that couldn’t hide the rolls of fat flesh beneath. He had a plump face with small, mean eyes, like that of a rat. Even in his ugly frame, he carried himself with some puffed-up importance of a family name that still mattered. His eyes met mine, and a smirk graced his hideous face. “Wrath?” He spat, gaze still locked with mine, “What exactly is the king's wrath, giving the little pet the audacity to walk amongst us?”

Another set of thoughts was diving inside her and also she began to have a little fear building up inside her. "Wow, that little Draco must have a big fate ahead of him. I always knew he was something and I guess my instinct is proven right. I've heard of the legend of the white wolf also and he was the strongest of our kind. I would even say he was the Alpha king" Erica intervened. "So Draco is the Alpha king?" Ana asked. "It seems both our sons are destined for greater things" Elsie who was quiet and lost in deep thought finally voiced it. She was gazing blankly at the window ahead of her.

Chapter 13 Author's pov. “Pathetic incompetent fools!” The Rogue King, King Darius’ thunderous roars shook the underground chambers to its root. His voice was shaken with disappointment, and his scarred face was purple with raw rage. “How dare you lose them? How dare you get defeated by the Opal wolves?!” He was out of control, boiling with fury. Anger seeped through the pores of his skin, hovering above him like a thick cloud of smoke.