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"You still don't get it, do you?" When no reply came, Stefanos sighed, nodding his head. "Fine." The smirk in the Kings face began to falter as the sound of bones crushing and snapping reached his ears. Groans and moans escaped, making the King stumble backwards before he fell back on his butt, staring with horror evident in his eyes. "Sire..." Wraya muttered, a small smile gracing his lips as he felt a sudden surge of energy in his veins. He felt proud. For there stood Stefanos in his full glory, black fur shining lustrously as he growled threateningly at the King, his large figure dominating everyone else.

“Maybe he can apologize so the werewolves won’t misunderstand.” “Apologize?” Freya scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. “Our King would march into war himself before uttering an apology.” “Then what should I do? Yesterday’s chaos was between Valtor and his uncle, Kallias just happened to be there! I don’t want a war to happen because of that misunderstanding." My voice cracked under the pressure. Freya’s lips twitched “Lots of things have gone wrong since you came here. Maybe it's time for you to leave, go back to wherever you came from.”

On his accord, his wolf in full support, with pity lurking in his eyes, and his close people present around, he had outrightly rejected her. His words resonated in his head, even now… > I, Adolph Caesar, head of the Keanu Clan, reject you as my mate and I free you from every bite of pain, and torment our wolf bond might have brought to you…’ < His mother with tears in her eyes, had rushed at him, the confusion in her eyes evident, and he had explained to her too, that he felt nothing for this lady just like the other ladies, he had been with back in New York.

" .... ,, Abhimanyu asked in cold tone and fisted his hands tightly. "Hukum (My Lord)" .... ,, Attendee interrupted Abhimanyu because he knew his king was near to pound over that spoil Princess. Abhimanyu always kept his temper in control but his wrath only comes out when someone deliberately poke him and then only almighty could save that Person from him and his wrath . His loyal members knew that their king was always calm and getting him angry wasn't easy because he knew how things worked and he needed to control himself for the sake of his title KING and the name of RATHOREs.

Pale-faced, Luther reached out a trembling hand toward me. "Could you… give me one more chance?" In my last life, I had given him chance after chance, and he had thrown them all away. This time, I wouldn't leave him even one. - True to his word, Sawyer conquered every pack within six months and became the Alpha King. At the grand gathering, a figure wrapped in bandages limped in, followed by a shewolf missing a leg. I recognized them as Luther and Elise, but I didn't feel a thing.

“ Go on bitch scream. No one will hear you, and it’ll only make this more fun for me.” His fingernails dig into my wrist, but I bite back any response watching his nostrils flare. “You got me suspended from duties because you rather spread your legs for the King than me.” He pulls me against him, snarling at my confident facade. I look down at the mark forming on my wrist, keeping my voice as even as possible, I say, “I do not want the King. I do not know the King.”

Chapter 14 - She’s Identified Alpha Maxton arrived at the King’s Palace of the Northern Packs, and was greeted by Alpha King Janoer, a tall, broad shouldered man in his early thirties, with jet-black hair cut short on the sides and left slightly longer on top. His clean shaven jaw was strong, and his piercing blue eyes, framed by dark brows, held both authority and intelligence. He wore a tailored black suit with a crisp white shirt, the silver emblem of the Northern Pack was a howling wolf against a mountain backdrop, pinned to his lapel.

“I, Alpha Nicklaus Mickelson, reject you, Freya, a lowly slave, as my mate!” “No…!” I growled out in pain, holding my chest tightly. It hurts so much; my body trembles in shock. I raised my gaze up to Nicholas; at least he's been kind to me once. I hope that he wouldn't reject me as his brother did. I was already broken; another rejection will completely shatter me. “I, Alpha Nicholas Mickelson, reject you, Freya, a maid, as my mate and Luna!” “No… argh…” I cried hard, watching them leave after reciting the rejection vows.

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.

Out of realization. I meant it. Elder Marcellus gave a low nod. “Understood, Your Majesty.” Seyra glanced away. The others exchanged looks, unsure. I turned away from them. “Good.” Magnus finally stepped forward. “Shall we begin planning our response to the uprisings—?” The doors to the war chamber burst open. A servant rushed in, face pale, breath caught in his throat. He dropped to one knee. “My King—My Lords—” The boy gasped, eyes darting wildly between us. “Forgive the intrusion. But Lady Freyah Wrenmore...Has arrived.”