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"It's YOU again. You piece of trash. Always lying, always stirring up drama between Della and Mom. Scheming little brat. Why don't you just die already?" Clint—the youngest—looked me dead in the eye, full of disgust. "Thanks to your favoritism, Della almost ended her life. And you're still standing here? Go home right now and tell her she's the only princess in this family. If something happens to her, I'll never forgive you!" My heart thundered. My sons—blindly defending a cheating father and his side chick's kid. I gritted my teeth. "Do you even know the kind of people you're defending?"

“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.”

“Edric William Charleton, you have been brought here today to face course justice, for the merciless and cruelty you placed upon the people of Northleye. You abused your power and authority as their king. You commited heinous crimes and injustice against the very kingdom you had sworn to honour and protect by oath. If you have any last words, you now may choose to speak them!” His eyes trailed across the crowd, scanning along until they fell on me. Cold and dark, boring seethingly as his lips set into a bitter sneer, slighty parting as glimpses of his chipped, stained teeth. “Yes, I will speak!” He snarled. “You’re no fucking queen! you’re weak! I should have killed you the day you were born

She didn't want to be exposed like this, not in front of someone that despised her. "My Mate, and your Queen." He snarled at her. An aura of power radiated off of him, his essence making Chelsea tremble before him. Was this the power of the Werewolf King? "Get out." He growled down at her. She fumbled to regain her composure as she fled with her tail between her legs, slamming the door behind her.

Vanir was Jacob St. Laurent, Vanir was the King of Vampires. That was the mantra that I repeated in my head as I made my way to work the next morning, the events of last night still replaying in my mind. Vanir had quickly made work of the newly mades that had come to cause a disruption in one of the human-vampire establishments, the gang of uncultured rebels routing when they saw their King of Vampires had intervened during their raid and then Vanir had drove me home in complete silence, not even bothering to explain or attend to the numerous questions that were raging a protest in my head and I hadn't bothered to let out the sea of questions either.

Shaking her head Belle looked up at Raja and held up a hand causing Raja to stop mid sentence. “It is fine Your Radiance, His Grace is upset and he is on a fury strike so do not engage.” Looking at the King, Jezzebelle not once broke his eye contact as she struggled to get out of the wheelchair. Once out of it she started to move towards him. Turning around, the King huffed and walked to his office. Her father however was severely displeased with him.

he purred, his words carrying an alluring threat that sent shivers down my spine, "then be ready to face consequences far worse than your mind can fathom." Despite the trepidation that gripped me, I couldn't tear my eyes away from him. There was something irresistible about the King's allure, a dark magnetism that pulled us all closer to him. In this court of shadows and secrets, I felt entangled in a web of power and passion, unable to resist the allure of our enigmatic sovereign.

“I want all of them dead! Kill them all!” The man snarled viciously. The people near him flinched at the rage in his voice. “Yes, your highness,” a young man said with a bow before scurrying away, his voice quivering with fear. All of the people in the room cowered at the man’s anger. He was their king, the werewolf king, and he held extreme power over them all. He would become honored and his command would be remembered for centuries, as it led to the end of fire dragons, or so everyone thought.

she wondered, it had popped up in the info dump she received and the voice in the dark place had said it to her right before she first woke up here. "Regis, is an old word for king, or something. It's also connected to my phantom crest," The crest hissed at her and information found itself in her subconscious. "There are other Regis out there, I can almost feel them, and they can feel me. We're all connected… like a network."

I bared my teeth, fury surging, "Show yourself, coward." He smiled, stepping closer. "You are not your father’s shadow, You are mine." I lunged, claws flashing, but the chains tightened, dragging me down, My wolf roared, but the runes burned, suppressing my strength. Rylan charged, blade raised, "Get away from him!" The King flicked his wrist, Rylan was hurled against the wall, blood spraying. My warriors fought desperately, but one by one they fell, overwhelmed by the King’s power.