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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.”

Vidhant murmured while eyeing Raf’s clenched fists. "What’s happening in the Royal Clan is none of your bloody business," Raf’s aura-filled voice boomed in the area, and all shuddered on their spots, including Jake and Vidhant. Whenever any Alpha gets angry, it’s impossible for the surrounding people not to get afraid when he uses his pure Alpha voice. And Rafael is the King of Kings, which means his voice had double the power of a usual Alpha. Jake got scared for a moment, but he composed himself and said in a brave tone, "You have something which belongs to Scorpion Clan."

Blade growls into the kiss returning the dominance only this seems to challenge the Alpha Royal within Wrath and before Blade realises what is happening Wrath moves them closer to the bed. Without breaking his kiss Wrath uses his claws to shred Blade's dresspants before he turns him around and pushes him forward until his chest hits the bed. With his body holding Blade to the bed, Wrath slides his hand between them and thanks to the bloodlust running through his body as soon as his hand touches his hard cock and before he can stop it, he groans and releases, shooting jet after jet of his male fluid over his hand and Blades arse.

A murmur rippled through the ranks, a mix of agreement and fear. “Tonight, he has declared war,” Dante continued. “And tomorrow, I will show him what war truly means. I will burn his strongholds. I will hang his captains by their tongues from the walls of their own castles. I will make his name a curse whispered by mothers to frighten their children. And when I find him, when his coward’s heart beats its last, I will carve it from his chest and show it to the world.” The soldiers, exhausted and broken, still found their voices rising in a roar at their king’s words. The Wrath of the King was not just vengeance—it was fuel, igniting the embers of their resolve.

Sin jerks to his feet, throwing the shirtless man an intimidating look. But Wrath is named Wrath for a reason, because he steps forward, oozing with annoyance and anger. “That is the damned truth! You are not just mere sin.” He chuckles, humorlessly. “You are fucking evil. That is what you are. And do not think you are better than any of us. Abandoning us will never make you feel better about yourself; you are still..." Wrath trails for dramatic effect. "Evil." Abandonment?

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

Or jump off a building. Ren put his arm around my shoulders, pulling me close. He pressed a kiss against my temple. No words were said by him. He knew that the possibility of Adrian winning was slim, and he was intelligent enough to not utter empty promises or false words. I was thankful for it. Samael was the King of Wrath. He fought every day. He literally lived for it. Adrian was not. His realm was green, full of life and there was more love making than fighting. This realm was dull, dead, empty. Not worth living for.

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

Rage surged through me, a fierce protective instinct taking over. I charged into the clearing and slammed into the rogue wolf with incredible force, sending it flying. The rogue yelped in surprise and pain. I could see Elena's eyes widen as she recognized me. I stood there, my imposing figure towering over the scene. My fur bristled with fury, and I bared my teeth, a menacing snarl escaping my lips. A deep, rumbling growl emanated from my chest. The other rogue tried to circle around me, but I turned, meeting it head-on. We collided with a thud, a flurry of fur and teeth. I felt a sharp pain as its claws raked across my side, but I ignored it, focusing on taking it down.

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