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Dropping the tray on the floor, I spun around and beelined for the stairs. Just as I descended the fifth step, a hand yanked at my bun, making it loosen into a ponytail, and the sharp tug instantly pulled me backwards. “You fucking bitch!” The man sneered and despite the blood that trickled down his temple and onto my cheek, his grip on my hair tightened. “Do you have a death wish?!” The pain that shot through my scalp made my eyes water. “Let me go!” I cried, thrashing wildly as I struggled to free myself from his unforgiving grip.

Ten more ticks and it would be over. Three. Two. One. The two minutes for The Objection culminated in songs of silence—agreement. To the forty-ninth tick, the Elder and council head started, "Noah Silverton, King of Utrif, Ksei of blood and moon, Carer of wolves and Alpha of all Alphas. Rise." His grave of a voice stumbled over the large crowd and echoed back with a blow of cheers. Despite telling himself he was more than capable of taking anyone on, a wave of relief went over Noah. He rose.

“I should be thanking you. For rescuing me from my shattered world and healing my soul.” Our eyes held. No words were needed to feel the flood of emotions between us. “I love you, my Feisty Queen,” he whispered. A wide smile spread across my face. “And I love you too, MY RUTHLESS LYCAN KING.” And with that, surrounded by the ones I loved, with Ivy’s spirit never far, my story found its peace. THE END

The two giant whirlwinds rose quickly and went to where they were. "Swallow all the enemies," he whispered to the two whirlwinds. When Chief Thanos saw two approaching giant vortexes, "—Full back — Full back..." he repeatedly shouted. The enemies from the Kriotteotall Realm ran their separate ways, when they saw the approaching whirlwind giants. When Empaler Aegaeus realized that the robbers had completely retreated, he quickly returned to General Accientsy. "How is she?" he asked the duke worriedly. "She's still comatose," replied the duke, who reflected on his face and was apprehensive about his only filia.

I feel my bones crack and snap as Freya takes control, knocking over the table with her enourmouse size. I see the elders staring at me in fear as Freya growls louder and stalks towards them. "You will not defend that human scum." Freya growls as she stands right in front of luke, speaking through mindlink. I watch as Luke gets confused as he starts to argue. Freya cuts him off, making sure everybody hears her through the mindlink. "Samual Redwoood was a traitor. He used the moon, then tossed her aside when he got bored." Freya snarls. "Aruthra McRae is the real king of the wolves. He protected the moon, and protected the werewolves from Samuals wrath."

Only Jason was introduced. "Cyrus, these are all my best male models. Please take care of them." Cyrus said nothing, glanced around at them, paused briefly at Claude Hemsworth, and then sat quietly in his seat. "Cyrus, Cyrus..." Aaron mumbled, then, as if suddenly remembering something, this guy excitedly pulled Claude’s ear. "Could it be Cyrus?" “Which Cyrus?” Claude Hemsworth was bewildered. "Forget you are new." Aaron patted his forehead. He's more of an American-style guy, so every move is exaggerated like a real American. Now he's rolling his eyes.

she wondered, it had popped up in the info dump she received and the voice in the dark place had said it to her right before she first woke up here. "Regis, is an old word for king, or something. It's also connected to my phantom crest," The crest hissed at her and information found itself in her subconscious. "There are other Regis out there, I can almost feel them, and they can feel me. We're all connected… like a network."

“Teal, will you help me? And I promise I will protect your daughter with every fiber of my being. I will not let her be claimed by another and I swear I will kill Vargr. I need three things, to get this fucking chip out the back of my neck, the other Gladiator slaves to fight with me, and a man on the inside. Only then can we take back our freedom and the freedom of this kingdom. The people deserve to be free from his rule. Not just us.” He stood and stopped my pacing by putting both of his hands on my shoulders, leveling his gaze at me “Spoken like a true King. I am with you, Kellen. Live or die we fight.” “Live or die we fight.” I heard Ajani’s voice as he came into view, Rogue beside him,

the first man said. “I pictured her a little more … fleshy. Wrath’s a big guy,” the man said and sniggered. “My name is King and I’m the president of the Night Stalkers. If you behave yourself, you won’t be hurt too much. Wrath has a lot to pay for.” She had no idea where the courage came from, but she couldn’t stop the words spilling out of her mouth, maybe she didn’t want to. “And yet you’re punishing him by scaring a little boy and threatening a woman. How manly of you.”

“Bloodfang?” He nodded. “Or Black Moon.” I held the flask tighter. “That’s because I’m nothing now.” He watched me. “No,” he said. “You’re free.” I looked at him. “Who are you?” “Ronan Devereaux.” The name hit like thunder behind my ribs. The rogue king, the warborn. The wolf without a pack, without a chain, without a master. He used to command an army. Now he sat alone with a fire and a blade at his side that glowed faintly in the dark.