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He answers proudly. I have a million questions, but Miles and his escort have gotten close. We walk forward to meet them. The Prince's face displays excitement as he steps off the carriage and I feel worried that he has no idea why we are here. He wouldn't be smiling, would he? He doesn't look as intimidating close-up as I thought he would. Of course, he still has the tall, ripped body of a warrior. But his casual smile can make anyone feel at ease. "What a big surprise!" He exclaims, shaking my hand and Evan's. "You two are travelling on foot and without an escort?"

I rolled my eyes at this, which in turn resulted in a whack to the head. “That’s philosophy you’re reading, not facts.” I rubbed my head and curled against her side. “Philosophy, milosophy. It obviously came from somewhere.” “Yea, from the gutter-” Another whack. “Prince, this is not philosophy. I have proof, you know.” “Mm. Delude yourself and see where it gets you.” I yawned, waiting for the whack, but it didn’t come. Instead, the light-weight of a small hand rested atop my head. It didn’t help in my battle to fighting the sleep that overcame me.

Sashi said while continuing from writing. "Wraith? Ah, you called me once like that before. What is that anyway?" Clark ask while giving all of his attention to Sashi. "A wraith, an evil ghost. Those who died with wrong doings in life. Like that." Sashi explained. "Ahhh." They stayed like that for a while because Sashi need to finish taking some notes. Clark just observing her the whole time. "Stop staring, I can't concentrate here." Sashi said without looking at Clark.

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A book sealed by blood, only to be opened by the heir who had both fire and forgiveness. “You must go alone,” the priest said. “Only one may enter the Vault.” Jian stepped forward. “She’s not going without me.” Chaewon touched his hand. “This is mine.” He held her gaze and nodded once. The door hissed open. Inside, the vault pulsed like a heartbeat. And there it was, on a pedestal of scorched stone…a book bound in dark leather, etched with fire-glyphs that moved like liquid under her gaze. As she stepped forward, her hand brushed the surface—and the book opened on its own.

"Rot in hell, cursed mongrel! My king's fire will scorch your cursed hide to ash!" The dark stone room was a warground and a shotgun was raised to head of the kneeling man. The prince didn't flinch. Instead, his eyes turned darker. "From the other side, whisper to your king. Tell him traitors may not cross my path." The prince replied in a deep rumble that was too calm for a situation like this. It was the true voice of a warrior.

He leaned close to the prince’s throat, inhaling deeply. “That pulse,” Velis whispered, lips brushing his captive’s skin. “That scent. Familiar. Too familiar.” Caelum jerked his head aside, jaw set in defiance. “I am The Crown Prince of the Ashan Federation. The last of my line. You think me weak? You butcher, you carrion lord—you murdered my father, my brothers, in the War of Crimson Eclipse!” His voice cracked, fury and grief in equal measure. “And still you dare to touch me.”

Author’s Note Welcome to Bound to the Forbidden Alpha Prince, Book Two of The Cursed Bloodline Series. This story can be enjoyed on its own, but for the full emotional journey—and to truly understand Warren, the legacy he carries, and the world he was born into—I highly recommend reading Book One: Bound to the Alpha I Swore to Kill first. Whether you’re returning or joining the series for the first time… Welcome back to Shadow Pack. Now, let’s see what kind of monster Adrian left behind.

Just as his hand slips inside her pants, a click clack noise is made on the shiny floor by expensive shoes. It was a calm walk, but it extruded dominance. It was full of aura and confidence, the slow but heavy clacks were screaming of presence. Most of all, it radiated one thing. Power. Mateo Hernández. The Mafia Prince.

Power will change, Revenge will change But the only thing that will not change will be . . . The Resurrection of the Thunder wolf. Next book titled : Thunder wolf ( book 2)