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“Ryan mentioned a cabin his father used to have near Moon Shadow territory. He talked about going back there when he became an adult. Building a life there. Starting a family there.” “GO!” Bruce roared. The room went quiet. The two of them kept talking, digging deeper into everything they remembered about Ryan, but I was already mind-linking with my Beta. Thomas's eyes shifted toward me. “Confirm who the Alpha of Moon Shadow is,” I ordered. “Then send a Royal convoy in that direction immediately.” His expression didn't change, but I saw the slight acknowledgment in his eyes. “You think Alex is right?” “I think I'm not wasting another fucking minute waiting to find out.”

And he wasn't any different now. The door groaned open, snapping me back to the present with Hector's arrival. "Hector. Just in time. I need another bottle of this particular gin, please," I said as I adjusted my glasses, preparing to return to work. But the tension in his body immediately stole my attention. "Sire..." "Speak, Hector." "Our sensors picked up presences on the common road. Two cars carrying Royal flags. I believe it may be your councilmen." Two cars? Royal flags?

Lex also doubted James. It was believable if it was an ordinary place, but they were talking about the House of Royals. The famous House of Royals in Cansington. He had to confirm it for himself. Howard personally drove the car. Lex, Tommy, Megan, Wendy, and her husband, the deputy captain of the specialized police unit, all headed together to the House of Royals in the car. Brody was from North Cansington and rarely visited Cansington. Yet he had also heard of the House of Royals. It was rumored to be a grand mansion that was unwilling to be sold for even 10 billion dollars. There was no channel to buy it even if you had money.

I slide open the drawer below the desktop and sweep it inside, pushing it closed. “Enter,” I call out. My Beta steps inside, holding a folder and tablet in his hands. I frown, raising an eyebrow at him, “What is it?” “Sir, there’s been a report of the Rogue King on the eastern outskirts of the city.” My Beta hurries to my desk. He sets down the tablet that has a clip from CCTV footage playing on a loop. He opens the folder and sets down printed-out screenshots from the clip next to the tablet. I straighten my back and inch closer to the desk, picking up one of the pieces of paper.

“Give me the weather report." "Current temperature is seventy-two degrees," the AI voice responded. "Clear skies. No precipitation expected." "Traffic?" I asked. "Light traffic on main routes.” Chandler droned on. “Estimated travel time to Silvermoon Golf Course: eighteen minutes." Perfect. I pulled out of the garage and headed toward the course. The city passed by in a blur of buildings and people who quickly moved out of the way when they saw the royal crest on my car. Being king meant never having to wait in traffic. I proposed having a personal road for my transport to the council a few years ago but they turned it down, saying it was money we couldn’t afford to waste.

Nigel smiled and said, "The New World Royals are right outside. Their camps are all within a little over ten kilometers away. Laying down defense here would be the best idea. Come take a look." Robert smiled wordlessly, a sharp contrast to the glee that flooded the rest of his senses. The ultimate goal of breaking into the royal city was to open the South Gate. Then, they could communicate on both ends and let the New World Royals straight in there. The next second, Robert landed a blow as quick as lightning onto Nigel's back while he was not paying attention. Nigel was caught entirely off guard and did not manage to react in time. After he painted the air with fresh blood, he fell to the fl

Parks, There has been a development and issue with a scandal that is showing Royals in the death of the mayor, etc. We have information about a possible zombie outbreak in your area and will need you to investigate further on the issue. Take precautions for your own safety. We do not have further details on what the source or the proper way to take care of the infestation is. Please report back to us once you have new information, and we will keep you on alert with further information on our end . We modified your watch from the last time used. It may get direct alerts and notifications in real time. You may reach us on your watch as well. Please take care. The Royal Adviser,

Akana used the word Primus, the Relevian word for the headmaster, hoping to sound more respectful. "Virtus Scolaris is known to receive royalties from all over the world even if the kingdoms are rivals. What do you think would happen if the other kingdoms found out that you do not seem interested in protecting the royal students from threats? " Akana suddenly felt a warm breath against his ear and a slimy voice that reverberated in the room. "You're not of the royalty, my dear." Akana had wondered when the priest would open his mouth. Now all Akana wanted was for him to close it.

I manage to find a small, out of the way, motel for cheap, and head there. Pulling up to the parking lot I am hesitant to even get out of the car. The Bates Motel looks like the Ritz compared to this place, but it’s cheap and after the cost of the flight I need cheap. Once settled in I check the Wereweb again, fingers crossed that I am able to find a little more information, and get VERY lucky! The general location of the Royal pack has always been known, they are in Canada, but the exact location has been a secret since the war almost wiped the royal lines out. However, there’s a forum now, about the white Lycan, and it was mentioned that the Royal pack was in Alberta, so there’s a win for

Or if he’s earnest and is amused I can’t comprehend what he’s saying. “What doesn’t fall into your belief system, Bailey? That royals exist? How do you explain Kate and William? I’d say Meghan and Harry, but they flew the coop, so I suppose they’re not the best of examples for the royal family as a whole or as a concept, and—” “Where is this castle of yours?” I interject before he really gets rolling and I can’t find a single excuse not to take stock in this direction in which he’s headed.