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His words were a savage bark. “This is power! This is strength you will never, never wish to reach! I am the Alpha King!” His laughter rang out once more, low and taunting. “And you will remember this nightmare for the rest of your pitiful lives!”

I want to thank him for suggesting I meditate. Ken really helped me. I suddenly remembered the fairy tale book about Alpha King. Based on the book I read, the author describes the figure of the Alpha King, who is very cruel and has no conscience. Alpha King ordered his subordinates to kidnap the werewolf. The werewolves will be made slaves, and they get tortured. I looked at Ken, who was walking in front of me, and I glanced at Ken's hand that was holding mine. Ken has long legs, and I can't keep up with his steps.

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."

Ready. I didn’t need freedom to start the war. I only needed one moment. And when that moment came, when the runes shattered and the chains gave way, I would remind this kingdom what it meant to awaken a creature born not from peace—but from wrath. Let them hunt. Let them try. I would rise. And when I did, the world would remember why they once whispered my name like a warning. Killian. The silence after that last scream was the kind that didn't just linger in the air—it buried itself in your skin, like invisible ash falling from the ruins of something sacred.

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.

He collapsed into the mud, too weak to even crawl. As I looked at the figure curled up on the ground, I felt nothing at all. No fear, no satisfaction, not even a trace of pity. It was like watching a cheap farce. When everyone finally tired themselves out, the man struggled to lift his head. His face was a mess of purple and blue, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. "Selena, it's me, Cade. I'm your Wolf King. Your destined mate!" Julian strolled over casually, an elegant yet cruel smile curving his lips.

The boys lunged, but the bodyguards my secretary brought shoved them back. I grabbed Elise's hand and walked through their sputtering threats. *** By the time we got home, their crap was already gone. Outside, they were still yelling—stuff about how I'd regret this, how I'd never get a happy ending. Maybe. But neither would they. Patrick totally lost it when the storm hit. He barked at me from behind the mansion gate. "Erza, calm down! Those are your sons! You almost died having them! How can you cut them off?!"

Alpha jakes words flutter audibly. We all nod positively. "Literally all packs have been victims to their every attack" He adds. We again nod. His knuckles cracks. He his lips fold. His sharp human fangs gradually sleak through his folded his. They bite chunk flesh around it. He makes a loud lengthy silva sipping sound All we perform is await his next word. He's the king. The most powerful amongst us all. None dare interrupt. We the least powerful only but seat and maintain rapt undivided attention to his every words and actions.

"Your taste is truly unique, going for a woman in her fifties. You two can spend the rest of your lives in prison. I'll even arrange for you two to be together in the same cell. That's how kind I am." Danny was so furious that his eyes turned red as blood trickled down. After the last arrest, they had treated his eyes. While he was a little better, his vision would never fully recover. His muscles locked tight as he roared, "You witch! You're all witches! All of you played me!" Just like I expected, the second he saw "Ruby", he broke through his restraints and punched her straight in the eye. The acid burns had not healed, and with that blow, her damaged skin peeled away and fell down.

The king shoved her behind him and his eyes narrowed at him. “Riordan Savvey.” He breathed. “So it was you.” “You will pay for touching her!” He roared. His fire engulfed five more of the warriors and Riordan punched out a fist, fire exploding from his skin aimed for the King’s black heart. What used to be Freya pushed the king to the ground, ready to take the missile for him. At the very last second, he closed his fist and snuffed out the fire before it could engulf her, still shocked though he should have expected it.