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“Someone aided him. Someone powerful… someone cunning.” Kaelen hesitated. “My king… could it be—” “Yes,” the king cut in, eyes flashing dangerously. “Yes, it could be. And whoever it is… they will pay for this audacity. They’ve dared to defy me. They’ve dared to manipulate my own wards, touch my prisoners, and challenge my authority. And I will find them. I will tear them out of the shadows, limb by limb, and make them regret breathing in my kingdom.” His fury hung in the air like a tangible force, bending the torches’ flames. The nobles flinched, some hearts hammering in terror, others in admiration. This was the storm they had been warned of, the wrath of the King when crossed.

Every inch of my body began to vibrate, thrusted into an acrimonious inferno. Benedict’s heavy breathing clogged my ears, people screeching to halt as the mall fell to a dead silence. “Lazarus de Loughrey granted you humans mercy, and you dare defy him and his people.” He growled bitterly. Lazarus de Loughrey, the fucking Werewolf King.

His frustration with their cowardice mingled with his own grief over Rogers' death, fueling the inferno of anger within him. "You should have fought! You should have given everything to avenge Rogers!" King Rico's words lashed out like a whip, the intensity of his emotions seeping into every syllable. "But you returned here, leaving his killer to roam free. How can I call you my loyal subjects if you fail even in the face of adversity?" The werewolves glanced at each other, their hearts pounding in their chests. They knew their king's fury was justified, but they also knew they had underestimated the strength of their opponent. The masked warrior's abilities were otherworldly, and they feare

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.

It should be the sin of Wrath, considering the way his hands easily crushed the iron cup, and his blue-gray eyes shone with hatred. In another kingdom, also sitting at a table, Faye choked on a piece of meat and stopped everything she was doing to focus on that tremor. She panted, and her face squirmed in what could be future tears. But she couldn't cry. Although I tried. I couldn't feel the pain, but I understood.

He turns to his men and spits, loud enough for every ear: “Have you heard? This king stands in treachery!” The air breaks. Tension spikes through every wolf like a struck chord. I know—without needing to see—the moment when things tip and the world goes bloody. His protectors raise their fists—swords gleaming, fangs bared—and the few on Rauth’s side answer with the same defiance. But Rauth only tilts his head, a quiet command that slices through the noise. His warriors still, their rage forced down like fire smothered under ash. Varyn’s ranks don’t yield. Their growls ripple through the air like thunder waiting to break.

The impact sent the wolf crashing into a nearby structure, adding to the chaos engulfing the kingdom. As Ragnor closed the distance between them, years of hatred and resentment surged to the forefront. Kade tensed, his grip tightening on the hilt of his sword, ready to defend not just his kingdom, but the life he had rebuilt from the ashes of their shared past. Without a word, they charged at each other, the clash of their bodies echoing the thunderous turmoil around them.

“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.

My past actions with his brother would make him see me as weak and unworthy in his eyes but to me, he would always be deserving. Even though I am weak I will fight, till my last breath. For him and my rightful seat at his pack for he is whom I had loved even before our eyes met. He is mine and I his. There is a reason they call him Král for he is a king. My king. **WARNINGS** 1) This is a DARK-ROMANCE so if you are not comfortable with these kinds of books please don't read. You have been warned! 2) There are NO rejection or second chance mates in my books. One must learn to love who they are blessed with.

“She is not a threat—she is my salvation! She gave me back my wolf, my birthright, my soul! And you would tear her from me for politics? For alliances?” The King’s jaw tightened. “For survival. War is at our borders. If you cannot see beyond your lust-blind devotion, then you are not fit to rule.” Raphael’s wolf snarled in his chest, claws raking at the inside of his skin. “You dare?” His voice dropped to a growl, vibrating with restrained violence. “Do not mistake your crown for power. You command men, Father. But I command wolves.” The soldiers shifted uneasily, instinctively bowing their heads before his golden gaze, though their orders bound them to the King.