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Otherwise, don't expect your life after marriage to be anything like you imagine. A few of his friends let out low, knowing laughs. Linda crossed her arms, lifting her chin again. "Well? We don't have all day." I clicked my tongue, then glanced toward the door. "Dave, Julie, if this is really the guy who's inheriting the Wests' empire, you might want a backup plan." Hendrick spun around, his face draining of color. "Mom? Dad? Why are you… Madeline! You set this up again, didn't you? I told you, if you still want into my family, stop pulling this crap!"

If killing her is going to kill, I am ready for it now. But I am never going to forgive her. Vengeance is so sweet, that if you taste it once, you can never stop it from claiming your heart, soul and body. And I, Cain Reyes - The King of all Werewolves is an addict to Vengeance. I am going to kill Miracle even if it kills me too.

Eli whispered under his breath. One of the strangers laughed softly, as if amused. “So fast,” he said. “As expected of the Alpha King.” Eli’s head snapped toward Kieran at that word again. Alpha King. That title didn’t make sense to him, but the way those men said it—like it meant something powerful, something feared—made his stomach tighten. Kieran didn’t respond. His posture had changed completely. Gone was the calm, unreadable expression from before. Now there was something sharper.

Chief Minister Eliphas added. Hearing the words of the chief minister, Alaric became petrified. Prince Marcano was the selfish brother of the late king. It was an open secret that he wanted to seize the royal power. Alaric returned to his senses when the Chief Minister gripped his right shoulder. “Choose what’s promising for you,” the older man whispered. There was no better option in any of them. Alaric knew that much. Chief Minister Eliphas and Prince Marcano had both greed for power. And now that the king was dead, they had finally shown their fangs.

"We would know if we were in the presence of someone that evil. I just know it. He's not evil." I busted up laughing. What? He's not evil? Thats the best joke I've ever heard. "He killed our parents. Our pack. Hell! I don't even know where the remainder of my pack even is! How does any of that not affect you?" I'm so done with this conversation. "Because he was blinded and forced to do it. We have to show him the truth. He's our King." She whines.

"My name is Beta Jax Clyde. I am the King's right hand." "It's nice to meet you, sir," she said as she finally dragged her eyes up, in awe of his beauty as well. While she had been distracted by the King as soon as she walked in, the Beta blocking her view of him forced her to take in how attractive he is. She didn't even realize that she was still holding his hand, though no longer shaking it, until the King let out a soft growl. Beta Jax cleared his throat, turning to gesture to the man, who was now sitting rigid in his chair. "This is the Lycan King, Alpha Kenzo."

But that only lasted a moment; he straightened his back and looked over at Deonna. “What it looks like is you have deceived me!! Those dirtballs were supposed to die and yet here they are… alive,” the king hissed through his teeth. “You disrespected me and my kingdom.” “I won’t allow any harm to come to Deonna or my son,” Marlon said, stepping forward. “So, the rumors are true? You mated with the dirtball?” The king spat. “Pathetic.” “This kingdom means the world to me,” Marlon tried to argue.

"I should never have let them go alone." "You'd probably be gone too." I close my eyes tightly and clench my hands into fists. "Then at least I'd know if they're even alive," I murmur. "My Queen—" "Don't you dare call me that!" I snarl, my eyes blazing red as Mitalonys threatens to take over. "Until they are proven to be dead, they will remain the kings of the dragons. Until they are found, I am not your queen!"

“I'm glad you've returned my child. Sorry I had to send you to Everton as a spy when you should have been beside me, sorry for not being a good father to you Myla.” Myla chuckled. “You don't have to apologize, father. I didn't suffer at all in Everton, thanks to foolish queen Zara. Although I feel a little bad, that I killed her baby, she's the enemy right.” King Luther laughed and nodded. “Yes Myla, she's the enemy as long as she's married to King Carl of Everton,” he retorted. “Father, I'll have to admit that queen Zara, is very beautiful and kind. It was her kindness, that I took advantage of. Her kindness killed her baby,” Myla muttered with an evil glint in her eyes.