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I snapped the book shut, completely losing my mind in a fit of genuine howling laughter. “Elijah?” Jasper asked, his face twisting in disgust. “As in Elijah Brooks? The golden boy?” “The one and only,” I wheezed, wiping a tear from my eye. “This girl is writing an erotica about Kingsborough’s favorite little choir boy. Oh, this is pure gold. This is blackmail heaven.” “Who is it?” Silas asked. His voice was terrifyingly calm but there was a dangerous edge to it now. I flipped to the inside cover of the diary. There, written in that same meticulous loopy handwriting was a name..

Logan Nielsen "Did someone recognise you?" My father asked. "No, I will be fine here." I said as I sat down on the sofa. "Very well, I'll contact you again later. Take care of yourself, son." My fa5her ended the call. My father is the King of Denmark, Valentino Nielsen. I'm Logan Christopher Nielsen, the Prince of Denmark. As much as I love being in the palace, I have to get put of it. Why? There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here.

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The way his skin glimmers under the sun warmly is flattering on him, but I refuse to spend more than a quick glance on noticing that. With the thought of getting more out of this, I risk milking it for all it's worth. "And compensation, to them, for the loss of their daughter. I had a duty that I can no longer uphold." "Naturally." Releasing all the breath in me, I rake over the reality of what I've stepped into. Suddenly my life has changed, and I'm allowing it. I went from being kidnapped by a vengeful hunter, to being a King's prisoner...And now, his wife. The oddness of it all has my head spinning, but I don't stop to think too deeply into it in fear I might panic.

Empty. “Search the entire house,” he roared. Fear rippled through the mansion as men scattered. Bruno stood still, fists clenched, blood roaring in his ears. Was she in danger? Or— Had she tried to run? The thought ignited something primal. “If you’ve tried to escape me,” he muttered dangerously, “I’ll remind you why they call me King of the Underworld.” He stormed into his office and kicked the gift boxes aside, jewelry scattering across the floor like broken promises.

On the verge of splitting in half, he snatched his laptop in time. These were the queens of the strongest kings in the realm. If the king loses his queen the kingdom will collapse. Motherfucker indeed. ______________

Noah recorded each order with precision. I walked to the window overlooking the city. Somewhere in those streets, Dorn was holding children who had no voice. I intended to give them one. “We need to solve all these matters in a week. The Canadian King's profile and Dorn are the targets we need to hit in a week, because both are connected to smuggling and I am sure they are the only two filth who have the treasure in their grip.” The word “treasure” left my lips, heavy and deliberate, carrying a weight no one in the room could perceive. My chest tightened, a coil of anger, protectiveness, and the raw sting of loss.

“Kingston, you’re scaring me,” Lana’s voice was soft, trembling. “You have to let them take care of you.” King had always known that the price of power was never paid in gold, he knew better than anyone that it was paid in blood. But never had he imagined that the price of being stinkingly rich and undeniably handsome would be paid with his wife’s blood and the life of their… unborn child. As he watched the nurse press a fresh bandage against his chest, his own blood seeping through the gauze, he felt what pain truly meant like never before.

Waving his hand, Lazarus dismissed the guy. “It is fine Lord Thomas, is she here?” Smiling Thomas nodded to him. “She is but right this moment she is refitting the King on his new clothes.” “Do you know how long it will be?” “She should almost be done.” While her father and Lord Thomas were chatting Jezzebelle looked off to her side and saw gorgeous necklaces and earrings, going over to the case she saw a gorgeous red ruby choker like necklace and a vampire bat hanging down from it. She was looking at it so much she didn’t realize the King had been starring at her from behind.

Heir to the first wolf. I raised my hand. The gold answered. And I am not afraid of you. The light exploded. The king screamed. The darkness fled. When the light faded, the library was still. The king was gone. Cassian pushed himself up. His grey eyes found mine. What happened? he asked. I wore the crown, I said. The one I never wanted. And I will never take it off. The bond hummed. The souls inside me settled. And somewhere in the darkness, the Lycan king howled in fury.