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His chest rose with ragged fury as he saw Ronan’s hand clutching me. “Kale...wait!” I gasped, stepping between them as his claws grazed the edge of Ronan’s throat. Ronan chuckled, unfazed. “Ah, the great Lycan King arrives. You’re late.” Kale’s voice was deadly. “If you don’t release her right now, I will shred you where you stand.” “I was only making her an offer,” Ronan said smoothly, though his grip tightened on me. “One she may yet consider.”

It made a sick kind of sense once I understood their strategy. They knew that killing me would be difficult, that a Lycan King was hard to put down even with superior numbers and firepower. But they also understood that hurting Vera would destroy me more effectively than any bullet or blade, that watching my mate die would break something inside me that could never be repaired. A Lycan King who'd lost his mate was a creature of pure rage and grief, unable to think strategically or lead effectively, consumed by the need for vengeance to the exclusion of all else.

The golden child of the Crescent Pack, the one who had always been everything I wasn't…powerful, beautiful, legitimate. "That bastard," Kieran growled. "He knows what he's doing. Bringing her here is a deliberate provocation." "There's more," Marcus said grimly. "She's been announced as a betrothal candidate... to a Lycan King." I felt the shock ripple through Kieran, followed quickly by fury. His hands clenched into fists, and for a moment, his eyes flashed pure gold. "Which Lycan King?" Kieran's voice was dangerously quiet.

​I started tracing the lines on the map, remembering all the conversations I’d overheard back when I was a kid—the trade routes, the secret paths, and how easily the human lords could be bought because of their cravings for Lycan favor. ​"Wren thinks I’m a trophy," I said, a cold, sharp determination settling in my chest. "Let her keep thinking that. While she’s busy watching the King, I’ll be taking apart her coalition." So the royal banquet came, it was a test of survival disguised as a celebration. Ronan had told me to stay away, but I didn't listen. I threw a heavy cloak over a simple dress, keeping my face hidden in the shadows as I stuck to the outskirts of the Great Hall.

"I would rather go back to my terrible apartment and my café job." Something flickered in his expression. The amusement faded, replaced by something more careful. "I can give you anything, Ava," he said. "Anything you ask for." "Then give me that. Only me." A pause. "That," he said quietly, "is the one thing I cannot promise." My chest tightened. "It is the way of the Lycans," he continued, his voice losing some of its ease. "As king, I am expected to —"

"I'm a person. Whatever Selene intended, whatever she used me for, what I feel for him is mine." Is it. The presence seemed almost amused, in a way that made my skin crawl. We shall discover the truth of that claim directly. The binding requires a genuine offering, small king. Yours, and hers. I will take what is real, and reject what is merely convenient performance. Choose carefully what you are willing to give. Kade's hand tightened around mine, and I felt him reach for something — not physically, but some deeper part of himself, the same vulnerability I'd seen on the ridge the night before, stripped now of every remaining defense.

“Scarlett.” I paused. Slowly, I turned back. King Alaric studied me with the careful gaze of someone weighing a political problem. “You should understand something,” he said. “This family does not break its promises.” His gaze flicked briefly toward Reed. “The engagement between House Donovan and House Solace will stand.” My chest tightened, but I only nodded once. “I understand, Your Majesty.” But the King wasn’t finished. “We are Lycans,” he continued. “Our customs differ from the smaller packs.”

she said firmly. The old lady ignored Brinsle at first. “Lucinda’s orders,” Brinsle said. “No one is to touch him before he’s branded. And even then, he’ll be given to the virgins first.” The woman stopped at that. Her eyes were fixed on the floor. “The virgins?” she said, her voice sad. “Yes,” Brinsle replied. “He’s the Lycan King. His seed is powerful. We can’t waste it on old, dried up wombs.”

“The forest is dangerous. If these men don't attack you something else will. Your best bet is staying with me.” I wasn't convinced. I still shuddered from my ordeal. Sensing my hesitance, the Lycan King added, “I wasn't joking about what I said the last time we met. I need a fiancée. I've marked you even before Aaron discarded you now and I'm here to formally ask you to go with me.” I stared at him in shock. “Think about it. Someone wants you dead. Aaron threw you away. Our world frowns on divorced lunas. I'm the Lycan king. Becoming my Luna will elevate you in ways you've never even imagined.”

Your love, Otsana. I stared at the screen, disbelief and anger flooding my veins. “You’re a monster,” I whispered. He chuckled darkly. “Call me whatever you want, my queen. But this is for the best.” He snapped the phone’s back open, removed the SIM card, and broke it in half. Before I could stop him, he placed the pieces in his mouth and swallowed them. “You’re insane,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. He leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear. “Watch your tongue, Otsana. I am the Lycan King. I rule over all the packs in this kingdom. You will show me respect.”