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General Wang stops searching then looks back at him and said" Searching for someting that will help us to be saved from his royal highness anger" Alex becomes more curious to know what does his master have that can save his master from his royal highness anger and punishment. As much as he knows , once his royal highness gets angry no one can save him/ her or that person . The one who betrays his royal highness will be punished until he / she regrets to there death. Hello guys how are you there I hope you all are fine. If you like to read more then pls add this novel to your library. And don't forget to write your reviews and comment so that I can know how you feel about this novel.

Rowan's POV I stayed hidden until my father's footsteps disappeared down the corridor. It was only then I dared to breathe again. My chest hurt from fear… from everything I just heard. Another family? Another woman? Children? Those words kept circling inside my head like birds trapped in a cage. For the first time in my life, I realized that kings weren't simply figures in history books or portraits hanging on palace walls. They were men. Men who made mistakes. Men who hurt the people they loved.

[“It was a long journey to pick Rome. My heart felt for Sin so strongly that I ignored his evil past and future as well. But, Rome had my heart. And Sin was not happy with that. Angry at betrayal, he wanted to kill Rome. But I stood for love. I fought by Rome against Sin, and that only made him, well, madder. He was pissed that I was fighting against him, so he drove his sword of black smoke through my heart.” I gasp. “Oh My God.” ...[“God? No, November. Only the devil exists here.”]... She continues. ...[“Which King will you choose?”]... “Neither.” She snorts. ...[“Sadly, the patriarchy exists also, and it says women can't stand alone without a man. So, you need to choose a King, November.”

The small river gate yawned like an old mouth that had found a song again. By the time the captain of the guard counted the empty hooks, the watch at the quay had a story ready: roads a mystery of lard and shadows, rowboats missing, two men out of the watch-boat sleeping like babes, their whistle misplaced and later recovered in a cook’s pocket along with too much salt. King Rowan ran, not because he feared for me, but because he needed to know if I’d done it. He burst into my rooms without knocking, king using father’s door and stopped on the threshold like a man who has found a map that refuses to mark the road he took.

But she met us half way through the hall, before we got to the VIP stairs. “Finally the King returns to his Kingdom,” her voice cut through behind us. Rowan’s stride slowed, his body stiffening just slightly before he turned. I stopped when he did. “Raven,” he said, calm as ever. Deadly calm. I never heard her name before, or else I would have remembered, but I remained quiet, because she spoke to him as if he knew him, and I considered myself still a stranger in his world. She took a step toward us, hips swaying with calculated rhythm. “Didn’t think she was your type, King.”

He rasped when his whole length was finally in me and I chuckled before kissing him on the lips. "Yes my king" THE END I'm not really good with endings so yeah :) Please check out my other book; 'KING MICAH: World Beyond The Ruins.' It's about the son of Celeste and Elijah.

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.

Vesper was dragged at Rowan’s side, blood on her mouth, eyes vicious, still fighting even while restrained. And Kieran— Kieran stepped in last, coal-bright eyes locked on me, the mate bond pulling like a chain around my ribs. Rowan’s gaze flicked to the Hollow King and his calm cracked for the first time—just a fraction, like a man seeing a ghost he’d buried himself. “You,” Rowan said, voice quiet. The Hollow King smiled. “Hello, thief.” Rowan’s jaw clenched. “Kill the Marrow woman,” he repeated, and his guard stepped forward with a moon-silver blade.

But before disappearing down the road, he looked over his shoulder. Directly at Elara. And spoke words that made her blood run cold. "The king has finally found what he has been searching for." Then they were gone. The silence afterward felt unbearable. "What did he mean?" Elara asked. No one answered. "What king?" Still silence. Her frustration grew. "Tell me!" Rowan slammed his fist onto the counter. The sudden sound startled everyone. For a moment, genuine fear appeared in his eyes. "The First Blood." The room went completely silent.

Chapter 9 Ink “Church!” King bellowed, as he entered the main room. We all grabbed our drinks and followed him into the slightly smaller room off the main room. I walked in and found a seat at the long solid oak table that filled the room. King had it custom made to seat 20 of us, although we didn’t have that many brothers with us at the moment. Two of our prospects, Brute and Cue had to wait outside, as a prospect, you weren’t invited to church.