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Mark repeats. “We move closer,” I say. “Quiet. Piece by piece.” Lena nods. “Resources?” “Yes,” I say. “Safe houses. Watchers. Witches. Wolves who can pass as human without thinking about it.” “And hunters,” Mark says. “Only the ones who listen,” I say. “No idiots.” “What is the goal,” Lena asks. I look at her and smile. “Pressure,” I say. “Fear. Control.” Mark exhales slowly. “You want the city to feel it.”

"And as for owning weapons? When you become Luna, everything that belongs to the Rogue king becomes yours." I looked down at my feet. Trevor said it so nonchalantly but that meant a lot. My objective was to get to the Golden Arms Pack, but what happens next after that? I could stay here and rule beside Mason, own and possibly dominate the training grounds, be doted on by the most respected man and die a peaceful death. I laughed internally at how quickly I was accepting the fact that I was dying and the pain in my chest was showing no remorse in reminding me. "Trevor, I'd like to retire for the day now," I said to him. The young man was already busy playing with knives. He threw one to a tar

" I'm sorry. How'd you get out of it?" "Only with the goddess's help. You know Gustav? He's exactly what he looks like. Nothing about his vibe is wrong." "You mean him looking like the ocean is his home and he'd rather die there?" "Bingo. Despite being a really good warlord, he's a pirate and handles transportation of both humans and wolves alike. If you're in battle and in need of some external support, he's your plug but here's the catch. He helps rogues get on board too."

I officially became a rogue. I reached the nearby docks and hid in the engine room of a ship and came to Russia. Here, I began building my own pack after identifying the wolves. My ascension was bloody, but by the time I was thirty, I was known to be one of the most notorious and ruthless rogues in the world. And my target was wolves, never humans. My business involved a lot of illegal activities and I was earning millions before I turned thirty. They said that I had come home. I wanted the rogues to get what they deserved and so I started with a lot of charity for them, but someone amongst the ruling Alphas was hating my activities.

Alpha Chase isn't really that good at running a pack, but better part of a pack than a rogue, especially now that your pack was right next to a Mafia Lycan pack. You missed the whole Mafia taking over the castle and killing almost everyone inside because you only got home a few days ago. Your parents didn't even tell you what was going on until it was all over because they didn't want to stress you out. Your father argued that you were one less person to worry about if the rogues decided to come to the town that was more like a city. It was so big and noisy. Today, you will have your first interview for a job. Even if it's just an intern position, it's a step in the right direction.

He was meant to become one. His ruthless and dangerous power was the reason why rogues had their separate kingdoms otherwise most rogues are left on their own roaming around the Forrest only for any alpha of a powerful pack to end their lives. Gabriel's father and mother weren't rogues yet Gabriel and Ezekiel built their kingdoms taking only rogues in. All of the people in their kingdoms were rogues with werewolves rankings. It would be written in history that two powerful werewolf rogues had everything under their control. Even vampires and alpha packs fear them.

Thane's POV I stare out my window, numerous tents surround my brick home. I've built quite an empire for myself from scratch. No one will believe that I'm right under their noses. I've always used the rogues for my dirty dealings, they are easily dispensable anyways. It was so easy to take advantage of their various grievances against the numerous packs they initially belonged to. A little freedom speech laced with vengeance was all I needed to control them. I've made the impossible, possible having countless rogues answer to me.

"What a wonderful question, Your Majesty. Aside from the obvious answer, which is the ability to fill the kingdom treasury, I could offer several different things. First, I can offer the kingdom prosperity. Its one thing to be able to fill the kingdom treasury, but I could also offer prosperity to all of the packs within the kingdom as well. Not only do I personally have several different businesses which I would happily bring to the packs to provide jobs and financial stability, but many of my pack members own businesses as well, which they would not only happily, but would actually prefer to have werewolves working for them rather than humans. Secondly, I could offer experience. Many of th

My empire first and always. Twelve years I spent clawing my way to the top. Vivienne Moreau, known by everyone as the Viper, the bitch who built an underworld dynasty out of gunpowder, fear, and broken men. Tonight was everything, Volkov Bratva, fifty million dollars on the table, the deal that would cement my place as the one no one dared cross. After my father left this world, I turned everything he gave me into a weapon, sharpened every edge until the city bled for me. There’s no room for softness, not here. Not in this world.

In the end, he had worked up the courage to hand me a brass bullet casing and promised he would protect me for the rest of his life. I hadn't taken him seriously. I never imagined he would carry it with him all these years. "Deal." I extended my hand. "I'll take the Passinis' core businesses, and you can have the Aurelis' drug routes and casinos. "Sebastian's life is mine to end. That's what he gets for scheming against my famiglia and betraying me." "No problem." Matteo took my hand. His palm was broad and warm. It put me at ease.