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“My Lord I didn’t realize you were here otherwise I would have brought the girls another day to get fitted.” The King turned his head to look at Lazarus, at the same time his eyes were off to the side glancing at Jezzebelle. His hair was well managed and was well past his shoulders. You can certainly tell he was an ancient his ears were pointed and when he spoke he had an accent. According to her father he came from France. He also had frightening fangs. The older you get the more the Bloodthirst takes it toll. The King noticed Jezzebelle was looking at him or more than less was studying him.

"You will have to suffer until you beg for my mercy." Alec closed his eyes as he felt a strange sensation run through his body after the king's quiet voice vibrated in his ears. He felt suddenly weak in his grasp, lost in his words and drowned in his cold stare. "I will not ask for your mercy," he replied quietly. "But you will beg to keep me by your side. Do not forget that I defeated your best guard, it is me whom you need right now, and killing me would only put you in danger." The king let go of Alec's neck and walked back, laughing aloud. He pushed his head back and snorted as Alec watched him with confusion.

As she turned towards the king’s direction, her heart almost dropped as she saw him on his knees with only his sword aiding him to keep from falling. “Your Majesty,” she breathed. Now that she could have a closer look at him, there were several cuts on his face, but there seemed to be a deeper wound on his head due to the blood trickling down from his temple down to his jaw. Far across from him, a door opened and another gladiator, whose veins protrude over his bulky muscles, showed up with a huge ax in his hand. The first thing that Emery felt just with the sight of him was that he reeked of death as if the souls of those people he killed continued to bellow and beg for mercy behind him. Wi

I mumbled and turned red seeing the king's son propped up with his arms, his lower regions under the water, and a big grin on his face. "You might want to let Keran know his kid is getting the best blow job of his life at the moment," I chuckled and looked up at Cadac's pursed lips. He growls, not happy with the merfolk being taken advantage of. I rolled my eyes, knowing that they were more than willing partners. I watched as Cadac whispered into the king's ear and the look of horror on Keran's face as he spied his son. I chuckled when he started yelling at him, the poor kid.

Our bodies came to a stop, our knees almost touching as we struggled to strike one another first. “My first is the last one you see when you die,” he said and I smirked. “No, my first is the only one you will recognize as King of Mercia,” I took my second knife from my waist, and struck his stomach. He gasped, holding my shoulder with blood rushing out of his mouth. “You told me,” his voice came out like a whisper. “I told you,” I said to him, and he gasped. “You are the true King,” he said, and fell to the ground. I looked at him as he took his last breath, and closed his eyes.

“King of all Kings is the name we refer to King Rainard.” Now we frowned. “King Rainard has been dead for many tides,” spilled out of my lips. “Right,” the merman beamed like a merchild solving a riddle no one could. “But, there is a King of all Kings alive.” “The Prince,” Aquant all but growled. “Yes!” The merman cheered. “Find him and you will find this run-away sea witch. We thought about people who have run-away recently and the only person we can come up with that knows or who can figure out everything is—”

“I will do it” I walked out of the door and all the witches gasped when they saw Finley in my arms. “I am Elias, the King of the werewolves. You probably know the Dark Queen, the granddaughter of Beatrix. She is my mate and if she’ll have me, we plan on making sure there will be no war between the witches and the wolves. Please, blood has been spilled on both sides. I don’t want to continue to fight you, I just want to take my Queen home and make sure she’ll heal.”

Or with the fact that I’m lying in his bed. With him. With the quiet, undeniable truth sitting heavy in my chest. I can’t believe I slept with him. Not because I didn’t want to— but because I swore I never would. Rule one: don’t mix pleasure with business. Rule two: don’t give anyone leverage over your body. And yet. I turn my head just enough to look at him. Dante Valenti. King of his world. A man who could have anyone he wanted—women who are soft and full and untouched by scars. Women with curves and laughter and easy beauty.

“Alika, take care of my handful of a brother.” “As always, your highness. Have a smooth journey back.” And she was gone. Something shifted in the air. My senses urged me not to look up, but I wanted to understand what was happening. Why the silence? As I did, I saw the king’s face, staring at a maid—the one who had spoken to me earlier—who stepped forward to refill his glass of wine. His eyes were a dark red, different from the bluish hue I had seen that day. “I have lost my appetite for this snack, I want a better one.”

He emotionally whispered as his vision slightly blurred – making his eyes slightly bloodshot. But as the King of All Wolf Borne, he wouldn’t let the pain, nor the tears fell from his eyes. He swallowed hard as he balled his fists until it had already turned paperwhite – as if he was trying to stop himself from turning into the monster that he had been keeping inside him for years. *** POV: Lamina Darkwood “Is everything settled?” She seriously inquired. “Yes, Milady. Everything is ready. The allies had been waiting for you.” Merelos politely replied as his head was still bowed down.