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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.

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Jack. “Since Orion’s death, a power struggle has emerged; you do not want to find yourself on the opposite side to me.” Jack spat back, the tension in his voice strained and vicious. “I will take back my rightful title as King of Bhakhil, it is my birthright!” Along with the anger, there was also desperation in my father’s voice. So he truly was born a royal. He always said he was a king, but I could never believe him. “I want what’s owed to me Vargr… Where is the witch? I know Orion had you hide her.”

He gasped instantly, his eyes widening as my blood's taste overwhelmed him. "Oh my...." He moaned. He gazed at me with cruel intent. I was too dizzy for this. Goosebumps broke out over my skin. The look in his eyes told me he was about to tell me some very, very bad news. "This blood is no ordinary blood. This is fit for a king. The King of Wrath, no doubt." He declared, his eyes roaming my body. All the dark ones turned their heads toward me, their eyes gleaming with hunger. "You're the king's blood whore." The leader spoke.

Correct pronunciation of words is mandatory or rejection will not occur. Why? The wolves must understand the rejection or they will keep waiting. Pain, agony and anger will occur within each werewolf after the rejection, because it is like doing soul-splitting. Without soul-splitting, rejection fails to occur or is considered non-existent. ***** ******** 1/4 12:48 The Alpha King’s Fated Mate I had tears in my eyes after reading it. Bullsh*t… this is bullsh*t!!! +5 vouchers I looked up to stare at the man standing silently in front of me as I read this nonsense book in his office.

The Dragon’s Wrath Sword in Yang Xiao’s left hand slashed towards the King of Killers with a terrifyingly cold glint! “F*ck!” The king of assassins turned pale with fright. The Dragon’s Wrath Sword chopped downwards! Now, he had nowhere to hide! The black dagger in his hand raised horizontally to block the momentum of the Dragon's Wrath Sword! Clang! Clang! The Dragon’s Wrath collided with the jet-black dagger! Sparks flew everywhere! The black dagger of the King of Killers was not cut off under the Dragon’s Wrath, which sliced through metal like mud. There were only a few nicks on it!

I slowly turned with the plate still in my hands, and my gaze caught the cowards who seemed to have developed the loudest voice in the absence of Darius. The loudest of them was a swollen man draped in a coat that couldn’t hide the rolls of fat flesh beneath. He had a plump face with small, mean eyes, like that of a rat. Even in his ugly frame, he carried himself with some puffed-up importance of a family name that still mattered. His eyes met mine, and a smirk graced his hideous face. “Wrath?” He spat, gaze still locked with mine, “What exactly is the king's wrath, giving the little pet the audacity to walk amongst us?”

They grinned with too many teeth and the forest recoiled. Heat flared as Wrath stormed onto the field, scorching the grass to ash. Blackened armor hugged a colossal frame, glowing cracks bleeding light through the plates. Chains wrapped their arms, spitting sparks with every movement. Their cloak was torn and dark with old blood. Wrath was a storm in a body.

I saw him step forward, reaching toward me, but before he could take another step, a lightning bolt struck the ground at his feet, forcing him back. I ignored him. I could not stop now. With my eyes clenched shut, I embraced the agony tearing through me as my rebirth continued. “By fire’s kiss and midnight’s breath, Unchain my soul from silent death. Grant me flesh, fierce and new— A vessel strong, a heart untrue. With every scar, I claim my throne. No longer weak. No longer owned. I shall rise, fierce and blessed. Bring them to ruin—lay them to rest.” I bit down hard, tasting blood as I choked on the final verse. The sky responded in fury. A thunderous cascade of deafening roars cracked thr

I feel the mate bond we share snap with the last beat of her heart. The Vampire King then throws her lifeless body to the side and looks at me with a smirk as a shiver of power flows through him. I lose control of my vampire Wrath as I attack him from my kneeling position. We fight punches, kicks, claws, and fangs. We go back and forth until he manages to get behind me, wrapping his hands and arms around my neck. He then twists and everything suddenly goes dark.