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"Do you think it's wise to do this while our father is ill?" "You have always been a jealous one, brother." "Father Zeus, who rule from Ida, most glorious, most great, and you Sun, who see all things and hear all things, and you rivers and you earth, and you who in the world below take vengeance on men who are done with life, hear me as I take these oaths. I, Sebastian Deusdedit, take on the noble role of emperor and swear to protect the whole empire of Jaresh. I seal this oath with my blood…"

It was an Alpha pressure that was completely different from Jordan's, seeming more restrained and powerful. If Jordan's scent was like scorching magma, full of aggression, then Austin's scent was like an eternal and unchanging glacier. It wasn't aggressive, but it was filled with an unquestionable and absolute authority. All the half-shifted werewolves involuntarily retracted their claws under his scent and shifted back to their human forms. They bowed their heads in submission. This was absolute dominance from the apex of bloodlines and was far beyond Jordan's savage intimidation. … After that incident, I had more contact with Austin due to the handover of my work. He seemed to have learned

"What the hell was that?!" "A werewolf? How come you can't recognize a werewolf when you're literally one?" Aya replied sarcastically. I glared at her in annoyance, "I know that I was attacked by a werewolf, Aya. It had a freakish yellow glow in its eyes. Thank you very much. My question is, why is a werewolf attacking me on my first day in town after seven years?! I almost got killed!" "Can you stop yelling and calm down? It's disrespectful to yell at your---"

I didn’t realize when I began to breath through my mouth. The Lycan King noticed. “Lorenza?” I slammed my hand against the desk, a growl escaping my lips. “Bring her back.” The Lycan King’s eyes widened slightly before the corner of his lips quirked upward in a smile. “You’ve awakened your wolf.”

Lothaire lifted his hand to touch her. She stepped back. "Don't you fucking dare touch me. I swear I will kill you. You... you disgust me. I wish I never met you, you murderer!!!" Willow screamed. Yes. He is a murderer. If he is the vampire king then he is the one who killed her parents, Willow thought. That's the core of her hurt. "Then do your worst to me but hear me out," he spat the words as everything he built with her came toppling down.

Shifting backwards she looked up at the man, removing her blonde hair from her face, and wrapping her arms round her elbows she waited for him to say something. Minutes passed, before he finally cleared his throat and then said, "Welcome to Keanu Clan. Who are you?" Oh wow! He was one blunt and straightforward motherfucker... Ruby thought to herself. "I... I..." "Don't stammer please. You can start by introducing yourself. I am Fenris, Fenris Romulus. It might interest you to know that you're in the midst of werewolves. Wolves actually, I'm sure you know them right?" He asked, and Ruby nodded intrigued.

He groaned but got up again, staggering. “Nice shot,” he wheezed, wiping blood from his mouth. “Do it again. I dare you.” Kieran’s voice filled the air once more, louder, deeper. “You are insects crawling in the ruins of a world you never understood.” Lightning struck the battlefield. The Forsaken King stepped forward again. More wolves dropped, screaming. Kane let out a roar of defiance.

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the words are loose against my breath. I am scared but more enamored by his words, by the feeling of loneliness between the pages. One so close to mine. How could I relate to a King? An Arc? When I was a keffer? Thinking about it, it clicked. It was different emotions but the same outcomes. Night Wolves we're secluded because of Fear, Keffers because of Hate. My fingers trail against the covers and I feel a pull to the book. An urge to read on. But I can not read anymore. Who am I to read a personal account of an Old King?

She smiled, “Thank you.” Just minutes later, Yahir was brought out, his entire backside, including the backs of his legs, was covered in bloody slashes. He was led to a wall, his arms spread out and wrists cuffed to the wall. His ankles restrained to the wall with his shackles. King Quincy sat in his throne and one of the warriors stepped forward to face us, “We are here to witness the execution of Yahir for the charges of murder of his mate, Sara Hart, and the attempted murder of Prince Sebastian and Princess Adele.” He turned to Yahir, “Do you have any last words?” Yahir laughed maniacally, “You can kill me but the prince and princess will still be dead. I have too many people after them.”