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He growled deep within his throat while his green eyes narrowed to glare at her. His jet-black hair fell past his shoulders and his clothes were so new they hadn’t been washed. Shit. Jessie knew hatred when she saw it in his glare. The night before a fifth testing facility had been raided and approximately ninety prisoners had been freed from their hellish existences. She had a pretty good idea this was one of them. He looked too 8 Justice rough around the edges to have calmed from his experience. He obviously hated

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.”

Daniel stuttered pathetically. He could beat me all he wanted, but he was just a routine werewolf when it came to the Alpha King. Because the King was a Lycan. A superior race that ruled over all werewolves. They were blessed by the Moon Goddess. They had strength and power that was not seen in anyone else. “ She did? ” His deep voice sounded again. “ Y—Yes. ” “ And? ” He hummed. “ do you want to fall too? ” “ N—No, Your Highness. ” Daniel uttered.

The corners of his lips lifted. He was such a jerk. I read about people like him in my explicit eighteen-plus books. People like this jerk always got the heroine and I hated those weak females for falling for them. “ When it hurts, you should cry. ” I glared at him. “ There is no shame in that. ” The cold King loosened his grip over my bleeding wrist. His eyes searched something on my face as all emotions and expressions left his face bare. “ And when you don’t like something, you should run away after stealing things from others? ” His eyebrows rose to his forehead pointedly as his hold tightened over my wrist once more.

“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,

Day three, they come. Not together. One by one, like challengers. **Thorn Two** drops from the sky. Wings. He’s not wolf, not human. Bird-boned, hollow, eyes like knives. “I am Wrath,” he says. “I judge the King.” He dives at Cael. Rowan intercepts, claws out. They crash into the stump, splintering it. “Stop,” I shout. “By order of the King—” “He hasn’t earned it,” Wrath snarls, pinning Rowan. “A baby doesn’t rule, strength rules.”

he hissed as he took out “brother!” “teddy!” “relax” he said back quickly as Count Caldaur walked through the door. “if it isnt the great overlord himself” he said through gritted teeth as he let go of his brother to put a hand over the wound that was closing but not fast enough since it had been a silver stake. “i knew it had been too quiet” he said as he backed up pushing his brother and mave back as well “you can’t save them oh great king dius... how about you give up without a fight and I promise to really, really consider not killing any of your people” Caldaur said

“This will let her out. Let her remember what she was meant to be.” I took it. The glass was cold against my palm. “If I drink this, if I let my wolf out, I will not be able to control her.” “Good. You do not need control. You need rage.” I uncorked the vial. The scent hit me. Earth and blood and something wild. Something that called to the broken parts of me. I drank. Fire exploded through my veins. My wolf surged forward. Not submissive. Not weak. She was fury and teeth and claws that had been caged for too long.

“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.