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With his golden brown hair, and hazel colored eyes, Luca didn't look any bit like my brother. He'd returned from New York three hours ago, with just a scratch on his body. “Good job.” I patted him on the shoulder. “Did you just smile at me?” He chuckled. “I should go on such missions often.” “Unfortunately, there wouldn't be such missions. The King of Hearts is finally ours. Now, let's go and deal with Alexandro's men.” I led the way out of the control room, down the bright hallway. Luca hurried over to my side.

“Some years from now you will be ruling over this kingdom, I have no doubt that you will make a great king.” The rain pouring filled the silence that followed before he spoke, his voice was firm, and I knew he meant every word. “But what if I would rather not be the next king?” He asked, glancing sideways, his towering figure looking down at me with desperate determination. “I don’t want to be a king. I’d rather go somewhere with you and live happily ever after, that’s what being a blue-blooded means, right? Having the freedom and will to do anything and get away with it.”

“You see, Liana, I don’t need to order you to obey. Your body already knows who rules it.” “You are merciless,” I whispered, though my hips betrayed me, shifting toward him, aching for contact. “Mercy is for priests,” he said. “You asked for a king.” His hand slipped inside my robe. The silk fell open as he cupped my breast, squeezing until I whimpered. He bent to bite my neck, slow enough to make me shiver, hard enough to mark me again. My knees weakened, but his other arm held me upright, his fingers pressing bruises into my waist.

We were there for a while as more people were rescued, they gave us food and water, it wasn't edible, but it was enough. After a few hours, Beta Ryder came forward and called for everyone to gather to be addressed by the king. A moment I had been dreadfully looking forward to. If I ever doubted his kingship or the monarchy before, now I don't. His eyes were red with bloodlust, probably from killing all night. I have never seen that shade of red and black in a pair of eyes before. He didn't need to try before his aura had us all bowing. For some reason, he seemed awfully familiar.

The burden of the shackles was nothing compared to the weight in my bleeding heart. Suddenly my thoughts were ripped apart by two curt raps a few minutes later and the door flung open once more. A middle aged man stepped in cautiously. He was clad in a formal outfit, his expression was indifferent but his eyes coldly analytical. "I am Ryan Myers," the silver haired entrant said, introducing herself with an obsequious bow. I admired his hair that was tied in a unique bun. He added: "The King has instructed me to intimate you on your duties as his mate."

She was smiling, he smiled and look at the other guy beside her. “Therens,” Niffa greeted and hug him, he was stunned and speechless, it wasn’t the time for him to feel that way but his cheek reddened. “So this is Therens that you talk about,” said Rico approaching them. Therens look at him, a kind man’s eyes meet him. “I’m Rico,” he said lending him a shake in a hand. “Therens, nice to meet you,” he said and meet Rico’s hand. “This s King Ciaran, the black flame holder,” Merfoy said as the old man bow his head.

Her few days with The Road Devils had already made Jo re-evaluate assumptions made based on appearance. “You know it, sugar,” he growled and then turned his attention to Jo. “Hi. I’m King.” You sure as hell are. Oh my and dear Lord above. “Hi,” Jo squeaked as those intense gray eyes saw her whole; it was like the man had x-rays in his face and Jo knew that exactly zero got past him. As she took his hand, she felt something cool and hard and she glanced down to see that King had numerous thick, heavy silver rings. Idly and briefly, she wondered if they doubled as knuckle-dusters, decided that she didn’t really want to know. “I’m Jo.”

" Simple and short. He doesn't even need to talk if he meets with Damian, because he was sensible enough to already know what the presence of such a ruthless man means. “Ready the car. Have the messengers alert the Cadman gates. I want to be received. And tell them… the Rogue King comes to talk.” The preparations were swift, silent, and tense. The king climbed into the backseat of his Mercedes van. With nothing but the dark expression on his features and fury in his chest, King Alaric ordered his driver to drive to the Cadman Pack—ready to face Damian not just as a king, but as a father. One last chance. One final warning for old times sake. And then? There would be war. He would show Damian

Everything about his place is perfectly fit for a King. Marek nudges my side, brining my attention back to Varian, and the man approaching to stand by his side, who I immediately know is the King. I'm immediately taken by his pretty eyes, like pure silver, framed by a dark line around the iris. Everything else about him is handsome too, but I already knew that. I've heard plenty of gossip about him in the past, even if all of the people I knew that had something to say about him had never actually met him. "Woah...You're the King," I hear myself say, my cheeks immediately reddening from embarrassment. How many times has he heard that?

At the Kingly wave of his wrist, everyone saw Mercy emerging out of nowhere accompanied by two royal guards carrying a rectangular plate of solid gold in their hands with something round covered with red silk cloth on it. At Vladimir's nod, Mercy took off the silk fabric revealing the served head of Kyros, the King of Demon. Shocked gasps echoed in the garden. Words had spread about the sudden disappearance of King Kyros after a Royal gathering but no one had thought that the Demon King was dead.