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The King was the strongest and most dominant Wolf of our Realm and had ruled over us for centuries. “Do you swear to act in the best interest of your pack and people, rather than guided by selfish intentions?” After hearing my confirmation, the King continued, “Do you swear to follow the law and custom of the werewolf Realm, protect those who are more vulnerable, withhold the spirit of community and respect the Goddess and her divine will?” “Yes, I swear,” I said, after repeating the King’s binding words. Taking a dagger from the table behind him, the King slid both his hand and mine and pressed them together.

“Are you pregnant or just fat?“ Twenty-three-year-old Princess Devanne Rovin has spent her entire life being compared to her beautiful younger sister. At the Mating Gala, her fated mate publicly humiliates and rejects her so flees. She accidentally encounters the very king whose treaty bride her sister was supposed to become. Except the man she believes is merely his commander is actually King Varek himself. And he doesn’t want Elara. He wants her. Devanne learns the horrifying truth: Varek orchestrated her rejection. He blackmailed Caelan into publicly destroying her so she would flee Aurelia and come directly into northern territory. But there’s something eve

Chapter 14: The Return to the Fold "An extraction of what?" Adrian demanded, his voice dropping to a harsh, controlled hiss as he stepped closer to Theodore, the towering shelves of ancient leather-bound volumes pressing in on them from both sides like silent witnesses. "You can't just breach a Wexford estate, corner me in a library, and speak in cryptic riddles while my father and Arthur Wexford finalize a merger downstairs that could destroy everything!"

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. There was no answer. Just silence.

“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.”

"The rogue attacks are increasing. The people are scared. They say a King without a mate is a King without a future." I turned then, my eyes flashing gold. Silas flinched, just a fraction. Good. He should be scared. Everyone in this city was scared of me. I was the Alpha King who ruled with a fist of iron and a heart of ice. I didn't remember why I had become this way. There were gaps in my memory, foggy patches where a face or a name should be, but when I tried to reach for them, the pain in my chest became intense. "A mate is a weakness," I snapped, walking past him. "I don’t need a woman to tell me how to run a city. I need results."

“I’m telling you, it’s worth it, Cazz. All that fighting, all those bridges burned, all that winning. It’s worth it. Fuck God, fuck the light, fuck compassion—serve yourself. Gain your power and step on whoever or whatever is necessary to make it happen, because no one will satisfy you better than you. Only you know what will make you alive—and you’ve found it. Your power can probably suck life out of the world… Well done. Well done, you evil fuck.” “SHUT UP!” “Take it, Cazz. Take what you want—own it and apologize to no one. You are the King! And I bred you. I made you. I molded you, trained you, showed you the way. We will go down in history—” Sickness, darkness, and rage so pure it threat

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.

I have made her as my will to live then days passed by and all I can feel is wrath. I thought it was because of what she’s done and all of the things that I’ve lost because of her but looking at her now, I’ve finally understand where’s my wrath is coming for. She abandoned me and I thought that she never loves me because she never seek me again. That’s where my wrath begins. I’ve loathed her for not loving me enough to find me and make peace with our relationship and when I had the chance to saw her again, I was just blinded by that fake wrath of everything that happened to us. I’ve blackmailed and manipulated her so that I will have her in my life again. It’s the only thing that I know how

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.”