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I'd never let anything touch her. I told Elise I loved her and swore no one would ever hurt her again. She cried in my arms for what felt like forever before whispering, "Did I do something bad? Is that why you fought with my brothers?" "You? No. The only ones at fault are those bastards." That same day, I made it official—public company statement: not a single cent to those scumbags, and every share I owned was going straight to Elise on her first day of school.

Alpha wrapped his arms around my legs, stroking up my calf in soothing circles. This week, I’d have to Claim two soon to be kings, solve a murder, and prove my worthiness, when venturing into Wolve Empire for the first time. All of which filled me with a terror that made my jerremy curl around me like a cocoon. Yet nothing could save me from the true danger: if I messed up, I’d be the reason that the sorcereses and the wolves went to war.

“He already took my life once. But that still wasn’t enough. He wants me completely gone. But I’m not giving up that easily. I’ll take back what’s mine, what my father worked hard for..” “Wait, wait…” I raised a hand to stop him. “Throne? You’re a king? King of what? Are you drunk or just insane?” This was too much. I can't deal with crazy things right now. He stood up slowly. And then his next move nearly made me drop the vase I was holding. Right before my eyes, his body shifted, his muscles stretching, bones cracking, his form twisting until thick fur covered his skin. A powerful snarl rumbled from his chest.

“I’ll payback everything I owe you, I swear. Please, just let me go!” Dominic let out a low, emotionless chuckle as though my state was amusing to him. His eyes flickered to my hands that were fisting his shirt, then back to my panic stricken face. “That’s not how it works, Tesoro,” he murmured. “You don’t get to make the decisions here. I do. And my decision is…you’re not leaving until my thirst for vengeance is sated.” As he said those words, his eyes glinted with something dark as he suddenly grabbed my hands on his chest making my breath hitch.

"Why? Why.. What does the werewolf world have to do with the Lycan?" I was trying so hard to control myself since I didn't want to reveal my real self to him. "The Silver Creed Alpha is the king of the werewolf world, he is the most influential and powerful if he disagrees... Maddox can't take that position." I took in a deep breath, holding back my tears and biting my tongue hard. "My father was the king of all werewolves, and he looked just like a simple man in front of us." I thought my whole body felt really weak.

She didn't want to be exposed like this, not in front of someone that despised her. "My Mate, and your Queen." He snarled at her. An aura of power radiated off of him, his essence making Chelsea tremble before him. Was this the power of the Werewolf King? "Get out." He growled down at her. She fumbled to regain her composure as she fled with her tail between her legs, slamming the door behind her.

The snow fell light outside. I was Killian Wolfe. Warborn. Alpha. No one questioned or disobeyed me but she did. She didn’t cry when I rejected her. She didn’t beg. She looked at me like I was nothing. I turned away from the window and reached for the glass of wine on the table, I downed it in one goal. The burn in my throat didn’t help. I gripped the glass harder and it cracked. I needed to bury her. Not her body. The memory.

Then again, why wouldn't it? His words during my coronation return. 'Enjoy your title while it lasts. The day I become Alpha, I'll rip your heart out myself, Alpha Prince.' Fifteen years later, he is still trying…but it doesn't matter. I'm the King now and he's an Alpha under me. All he can cause is border disputes. I open the file fully. Two injured. Three dead. My eyes stop there...Three wolves. The smell of tobacco lingers heavily in the room as I continue reading, jaw tightening slightly with every page.

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.”

She took a deep breath as she continued, "To be honest, Wratharis is our greatest enemy. Since the founding of the kingdom and the death of our first king, Jupiter, against them, the two kingdoms fought and fought, from simple skirmishes to full-scale war. Each of them, extremely violent and extremely extensive in casualties. We have been fighting for so long that we even forgot why we fought in the first place. As such, you must be ready." Generally, it was the moment where he should have affirmed his resolve. He should have patted his chest and assured her that everything would be alright. But he didn't do it. Sol wasn't the bragging type. He would never presume of his capacity or his know