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Gurudza at the distance searching for Gwanhoya feels the malice being cause by wrath and follows the direction to the enchanted forest quickly. Wrath at this point has just killed a few people in Alabaster Weald and he feels a menacing corrupt power getting closer to his location and he stops waiting for it to come closer to him so he can face it and excitement of fighting a worthy opponent takes a grip of him. A black lightning descends and Wrath jumps to the side dodging it. With a smile on his disfigured face. He inhales in deeply waiting for his attacker to show holding the air in. Gurudza appears right behind him and he quickly turns and blows fire out of his mouth.

My rage had reached its limit as I shouted, "Attack!" As I led the troops on the ground, we sped as fast as the lightning as we shifted in our wolf forms. Our legs flared eliciting heat on the soil. Our barked growls consumed the air as we came face to face with our enemies. I glued my attention to the one in the middle. A werewolf in full raven shade, red eyes that were also fixed to me, smirking smelling the victory. But I would never let that happen. He had to kill me first before he would take my pack! "You're a mere prince, Victor. Your power as the Alpha King isn't as whole as mine. Are you sure you wanna fight me?" Caesar was adding flame to the fire. His purpose was to thwart my rema

The wax carried the crest of the king. Ryan’s chest tightened. He broke the seal. The parchment crackled softly as he unrolled it. His father’s handwriting filled the page. The decree was brutally simple. It confirmed the prophecy the elder had described. A child born between Stormwalker and Lycan blood. A child whose power threatened the stability of the kingdoms. Ryan read the next line. The king had issued a command. The bloodline must be destroyed. The child must not be allowed to live. Ryan’s grip tightened on the parchment.

The old woman was stunned at how he was still when the wounds he had were deep and eating away his flesh. “If she did that to save him… you should let it go,” the old woman added, trying to get some sense into her grandson, he was hurt and lost nearly half of his powers. He was still recovering from a fight he had with the werewolf king, and now he went ahead and started another. “You showed yourself to him…he won't let you off,” the woman reprimanded, by now she knew any better than to provoke anyone, especially the alpha king. “You are still forgetting what's at stake… Or should I remind you what's going on,” Raphael muttered in a cold tone. His hands tightly clenched at his side, the ange

It felt like it was trying to rip open again. I can't beat him, I realized. He is the master of this energy. Every time I use my power, I am just giving him more fuel. I looked at Rowan. He was standing up now, his fur turning a deep, dark gold. He let out a roar and charged the king. "Leave her alone!" Rowan hit the King like a mountain falling. They tumbled into the shallow water, a blur of fur and red light. But the king was a warrior of a thousand years. He grabbed Rowan by the throat and slammed a glowing palm into his chest.

she pleads. Even with the entreaty, she knows her death is imminent. Her entire body shakes. This is probably her first battle. Without giving it thought, I pull her closer, grab both her arms in one of my claws and bring my forearm down, snapping the bones of both wrists. While she's screaming, I lift her and run toward where I last saw Ruth and Che. King is about eight feet in front of them, but the kids have their swords out to defend him. I would smile if it weren't so pathetic.

“Please go ahead. Feeling your hands on me makes the pain worth it.” I almost rolled my eyes, torn between wanting to kiss him and smack him. “You’re impossible,” I muttered under my breath, but the small, tender warmth that spread through my chest betrayed me. Who would even believe this was the same dreaded Alpha King who had conquered twenty-seven Packs in the last five years? The same man whose name alone could send entire armies trembling? He was known as the God of War, the undefeated conqueror— a man whose very presence could make lesser wolves bow in submission. His intelligence, his ruthlessness, had built his Pack into the strongest and most prosperous in the world.

Trembling, the subordinate shoved a tablet in front of Claude and explained quietly, "We just found out Mr. Wulfric isn't just some managing director. "Not only is he the legendary lunatic who took on ten Alphas alone, but he's also the Alpha King who rules the entire werewolf kingdom." "What did you say?" Claude's voice shot up sharply as he snatched the tablet in disbelief. On the screen was a top-secret file. The wolf in the photo with the piercing, cold gaze was none other than Mr. Wulfric, standing before them with his tie loosened and a frappuccino in hand. He was the Alpha King, the presence before whom all werewolves must bow.

Though the more I failed to get out of his hold, the more he finds my struggle arousing. I don't even understand why wrath refused to consume me at the moment even after planting in my head I wanted to kill him again and against for daring to touch- let alone, continuously lick me. My heart keeps on pounding in my ears, my vision was hazy, my breathing so fast and loud, my whole body hot, I feel like slowly losing my humanity. If this is not wrath, then what is this feeling?

Two of them started toward me, their hands already reaching for their weapons, which was understandable, because I didn't exactly look like I was there to shake hands with their master and smile. I looked like what I was: fucking pissed off and ready to spill blood. "Sir…" one of them began. "Move," I growled, not slowing down. The men exchanged a glance, debating whether to follow protocol or trust their instincts. One of them moved to stand in my way. "I'm sorry, Alpha Wrath, but you'll have to…" I grabbed the imbecile by the shirt and shoved him aside. He pitifully crashed into a stone pillar, groaning and losing consciousness.