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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.

“You are Alpha King, yes. But without a Luna, without a mate at your side, the people see imbalance. They feel uncertainty. The bond between land and ruler weakens.” A silence settled. I waited longer. Let them think I was weighing my response. Let them fester. Then I stepped forward. “I was crowned after the blood of my father and the howl of the gods. By blood. Trial. And war. I was made for this throne. And I will protect it with everything that I am.” Not by your trembling votes.” Several eyes widened. Varren straightened, indignant, but I kept going. “I am the Alpha King of Noctshire. I do not bend to fear, neither do not seek approval. I restore order.”

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.

“She is not a threat—she is my salvation! She gave me back my wolf, my birthright, my soul! And you would tear her from me for politics? For alliances?” The King’s jaw tightened. “For survival. War is at our borders. If you cannot see beyond your lust-blind devotion, then you are not fit to rule.” Raphael’s wolf snarled in his chest, claws raking at the inside of his skin. “You dare?” His voice dropped to a growl, vibrating with restrained violence. “Do not mistake your crown for power. You command men, Father. But I command wolves.” The soldiers shifted uneasily, instinctively bowing their heads before his golden gaze, though their orders bound them to the King.

I feel the mate bond we share snap with the last beat of her heart. The Vampire King then throws her lifeless body to the side and looks at me with a smirk as a shiver of power flows through him. I lose control of my vampire Wrath as I attack him from my kneeling position. We fight punches, kicks, claws, and fangs. We go back and forth until he manages to get behind me, wrapping his hands and arms around my neck. He then twists and everything suddenly goes dark.

Maybe even dark ones. Feeling pathetic in my leggings and top, armed only with my sad little knife, I fell silent, avoiding their murderous gazes. "The other kings are here. Do not bow to them. Bow when I tell you to. You're not a pathetic little bunch like their armies. We are Wrath, and we rule here. Disrespect from them is not tolerated, ever. If you sense any danger, do not hesitate. Trust your instincts." Sam announced in his king's voice, his hands behind his straight back.

Wrath grew to twice his size, answering this challenge with one of his own, his giant maw open, lips pulled back, snarling at this young whip daring to keep him from what was his. The Royal prince radiated a lethal strength, his Alpha power reaching out, strangling Mikhail with itś dominance as Wrathś hackles rose, a dangerous line of savagery along his spine, and it was clear that he intended to eliminate this threat quickly. ''Oh, shit! Narelle didn't know what to do. Self-preservation was high on her list of important things, and she knew she was no match for a Lycan prince, but the choice was taken out of her hands as Wrath released a thunderous roar causing the ground to tremble, and th

A layer of rage surged through me. Freedom? He promised these rogue freedom and power so they can destroy the peace of the werewolf world. My wolf was so angry that it leapt into slashing anything on its way, my claws red to the bone. Sapphire covered me, but we were still outnumbered. And yet, they keep coming. This is where we belong. In the blood and in the hunt. Let them come. We will show them the Alpha King has returned. I let go. The night turned crimson. Vexia POV

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.

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.