Novel & Cerita King Of Wrath Free Audiobook

Every inch of my body began to vibrate, thrusted into an acrimonious inferno. Benedict’s heavy breathing clogged my ears, people screeching to halt as the mall fell to a dead silence. “Lazarus de Loughrey granted you humans mercy, and you dare defy him and his people.” He growled bitterly. Lazarus de Loughrey, the fucking Werewolf King.

~Lucian Cressida’s words struck me like a silver blade to the chest. For a long moment, neither of us said anything. My wolf surged forward inside me, snarling and snapping, demanding blood, demanding control, demanding I crush this defiance before it spread like poison through my pack. I was Alpha King Lucian Blackstone. Entire kingdoms trembled at my name. Warriors fell to their knees before me. I had ended lives for whispers for less. Yet this small, broken woman stood before me with tears streaming down her flushed cheeks and fire in her eyes, daring me to follow through. And I couldn’t. The realization twisted something ugly and unfamiliar deep in my gut.

"The rogue attacks are increasing. The people are scared. They say a King without a mate is a King without a future." I turned then, my eyes flashing gold. Silas flinched, just a fraction. Good. He should be scared. Everyone in this city was scared of me. I was the Alpha King who ruled with a fist of iron and a heart of ice. I didn't remember why I had become this way. There were gaps in my memory, foggy patches where a face or a name should be, but when I tried to reach for them, the pain in my chest became intense. "A mate is a weakness," I snapped, walking past him. "I don’t need a woman to tell me how to run a city. I need results."

“So strong‑willed… like your mother.” “Shut up! What do you know? Don’t you compare me to her!” Grimm squeezes my hand, calming me. After an unbearable silence, the King finally speaks. “Let me show you the truth.” He snaps his fingers, and a storm of crows bursts toward Grimm and me. They strike too fast for us to react, then the world dissolves. We are pulled into a vision. The Raven Wolf King lies beneath a towering oak, his back pressed to the trunk, eyes closed, breaths ragged. Blood drains from the gaping wound in his chest. The battlefield around him is riddled with the fallen—men, wolves, and ravens alike.

"Don't you dare call him dead." Kael turns back to me slowly, his jaw clenched so tight I can hear the grinding of his teeth. “You dare—” He grabs my arm in a vice grip and twists it, not enough to physically break the bone, but enough to deliver a sharp, punishing sting. “You may share my royal bloodline, but you have no right to strike your King or your superior.” “Then maybe you should stop talking like a weak king who has already buried his people,” I spit back, pulling my arm free with a furious yank. “And stop talking like a coward who thinks running is the only option!”

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIWE Asher’s breath hitched. “Nine hundred years ago?” Just as the question left his lips, Silas’ entire body began to slightly fade, his form shimmering as though he were dissolving into the air. “It was the same day, nine hundred years ago, when everything ended...it is the same day tonight that it all starts over again.” His voice grew more distant as he spoke, the words thick with sorrow. “The past is repeating. The first Alpha King of the realm, Ryker Wraithe, has broken free from his curse with her turning twenty-one. She will remember everything about her past, her life...and the mistake she made...falling in love with anyone. With the Dread Lord.”

I continued chanting, even as my voice shook. “Storm and shadow, heed my plea. Unshackle wrath and set it free. Let my howls tear through the night. Let my enemies quake in fright.” I groaned as my body began to transform. Pain surged through me like fire. A howl of suffering burst from my throat. My bones cracked and shifted, and I screamed in pure agony as the transformation took hold. “Lyra, what are you doing?!” Dracob’s voice rang out, filled with horror and disbelief. I saw him step forward, reaching toward me, but before he could take another step, a lightning bolt struck the ground at his feet, forcing him back.

FREYA “WAKE UP…” A voice said to me. “Wake up.” The voice repeated, firmer this time, and I roused from my slumber. I realized that it was my wolf. Ever since our mate rejected us, she had gone completely silent, and it pained me and made me feel more alone. I didn’t know how to communicate with her as she shut me out, all because of the twins. Was this how the moon goddess had planned my life? To be full of misfortune? I had lost my virginity to my mate only to be rejected and banished the next morning. Everything didn’t make sense and at the same time made enough sense.