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"She is on her knees more than any other whore we met!" The woman rose as fast as she could and rushed to the kitchen. The mercenary that had the wench girl on his lap looked angrily at Rhobart for a minute before looking at the other mercenaries. Rhobart clenched his jaw and sat. "We should leave as soon as possible. Droyn, you and the others should wait about half an hour before leaving." The King put a gold coin on the table.

Their grips bruising. “Keep moving,” one snarled, shoving when her legs buckled. She twisted. “Get off me.” A hard yank on her wrist shut her up. Fingers like steel cuffs. “King wants you breathing,” the same gravel voice said. “How much of you stays that way? Up to you.” King. The word sat heavy in her skull. Everybody knew who that meant. No pack name. No fancy title. Just *the king*. The bastard who’d clawed his way out of the eastern wastes, smashing every alliance that dared stand in his path. Mercy was a joke to him. Weakness got you buried.

His eyes then locked onto all the King's guards knocking door to door. The merchanter began to sweat. He had stolen from the king. He doubted that he could make it out alive without the help of Mariah. As quickly as he had entered the village, the merchanter turned around and raced out of the village. Toward the castle. Fate just had to be on his side that the king would hear him out and forgive him for taking his chosen wife.

one barked. “How dare you show such disrespect to the Royal Bloodline of the Northern Vampire King!” Gabriel stared at my son, then at me—his face draining of color. “The… Northern Vampire King’s royal family?” He turned slowly toward my father, seated upon the high throne, his expression cold and impenetrable. And then—astonishingly—Gabriel laughed. “Isabella,” he said loudly, “so this is how you survived? You married some half-dead old—”

I let out quietly, and suddenly I feel him growl deeply into my neck before he begins kissing my neck slowly, his grip tightening around my body as I feel him tense. "Mine..." He lets out with a low groan, his tone possessive as he keeps me closer to him. I press my lips together and force myself to breathe normally, but I don't manage it. I bring my hands to his chest in an attempt to push him away, but I only find myself pulling him closer. I can't believe this is happening to me right now. Cole Drakov is the Rogue King... and here he is... having me pinned against a tree as he kisses my neck and claims me as his... and the worst part is...

The castle over the way was still smoldering, the fog-filled air gives them that darken skies and a bloody sun. And after the fight, the genuine horror began. The Kings Soldier released their lowborn onto the casualties. There, they would be throat-cutting, finger removal, and everything of significance was withdrawn from Jerome's men. Soldiers became mercenaries for the potential of loot, and they only got to loot if they won. And they did.

For the Lycan King, William is a weak Alpha, incapable of running Bresmont. “So, Ember, my ever-loyal soldier. I am curious as to how you destroyed those bastards’ camp. What did you see in there? Tell me everything. Every detail of it.” The King leaned back on his magnificent chair and crossed his legs, ready to listen to what Ember will say. A beautiful servant went to serve the King a transparent goblet that is full of a red liquid. Blood. The King leisurely took a sip from it. So, this is the reason why the King had her summoned. He wanted information.

In fact, I probably hadn’t, as I was trying to find Summer. He looked exhausted. “Well, someone had to keep an eye on the kingdom while the King was occupied. Someone had to keep an eye on the Royal Guard while their General was busy. But most importantly, someone had to track down a car that was leaving in a rush last night. Guess who that someone was?” He said as he pointed at himself. “Did you?” I asked hopefully. “Oh, I did, and even better, I have the mercenaries who took your sister. They are very keen to speak to you. As they are more than willing to tell you anything you want to know. In exchange for their lives,” he says gleefully.

King Nial Ocnomad, a short balding man received the report of his return and ordered the gates open. In minutes, the breathless messenger rushed in. Dropping to a knee and leaning to catch his breath. “Tell me!” The King ordered. “He killed him.” The messenger weakly stood. “Which killed which?” Ocnomad’s hands were white knuckled on the arm rests of his fur-coated throne. “The King of Assassins killed Wildling!” “What?” The king leapt to his feet. “How?” He paced. The queen came rushing in. Graying brown hair sweeping the floor as she entered the room, clutching her skirts.

“We weren’t expecting you tonight.” “ I want her,” the Vampire King said again. “She is mine.” “But your highness. She’s already been sold.” Beta Daniels spoke timidly. “ I don’t care. I want her.” He responded. “ What the king claims, the king gets.” He hissed as he walked down towards the stage. He threw a bag filled with Jewels at Beta Daniels. The Beta opened up the bag and his eyes went wide. “This should cover her expense and your troubles.” The king spoke to Beta Daniels, looking straight at me. I felt like his eyes were looking into my soul.