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Chapter 69: Six Years Ago The West Kingdom was a land of beauty and strict traditions. Princess Victoria was the cherished daughter of the king and was known for her grace and poise. Yet, beneath her royal demeanor, she harbored a secret that defied her father's expectations. In the shadowed halls of the palace, Victoria had found comfort in the company of Benjamin Marlowe, the scholarly son of Head Minister Marlowe from the Middle Kingdom. Their clandestine meetings were filled with whispered conversations of their affection. Benjamin's intelligence and gentle nature captivated Victoria, and their bond deepened into a forbidden love.

Not even a kingdom as established as Evergreen. No one from the other kingdoms has ever been to the kingdom of Aether, nor have they met with most of its citizens. They do the trades by sending highly-trained couriers which are evolved or even robotic creatures. They send emails and send voice messages that use voice changers to change their real voice and their kingdom feels like being in a different world from the rest of us. I scoff, "What good use of their time would it be for them to come and witness my--"

Someone chuckled darkly, a solemn nod going about the room. It had my curiosity entranced as each generation started to describe the slow decline of the Great Pack, as they called it; all Rogues connected to the king under one banner. What was even more surprising was the casual mention throughout of the Royals being Lycans. No one in the room batted an eye at it, just accepted it like truth and enjoyed the stories. “Constable, I hate to interrupt; but are you saying all Royals for England were Lycans?” I had to know, a few cops snickering at the question, but Constable Myra just smiled and nodded her head.

My fingers brushed the animal's coat while I adjusted the bandage, and instead of snapping, he exhaled a hot, shuddering breath, his nose nudging barely against my flexed elbow with his dagger like teeth still hidden behind binds. I stumbled back, ripping off my gloves as it's head was held fully steady. Crimson eyes locked with mine, and an abrupt thought settled in my mind. An image I couldn't shake: those crimson eyes, not in a wolf's face, but on a beautiful man's. "This is insane" I walked towards the door while it bowed his head to rest, too calm for a predator. "What the hell is wrong with me?"

Out of nowhere, a bone arrow sliced through the air and struck his chest with a sharp hiss. The arrow, upon contact with Jim's blood, glowed a sinister red. His face contorted in pain, and suddenly, his grip failed him as he plummeted from the sky. I dashed forward, my heart racing, and leaped to cover Jim with my body. The Haunts erupted into mocking laughter. "Jim, we've taken apart the bones of the mortal who wanted you dead and crafted them into these arrows. Take one more step and we'll pin you down in front of your own troops!"

Bowing his head Gerard looked very pale, he was not wanting to tell the King this but he had no choice. "Your Grace we have a problem." Zephyr's eye's narrowed, and he slowly got out of the chair he was in. "What do you mean we have a problem." Clearing his throat, he looked at the King. "When one of the servants went to go down to hand out the meals to the detainees um.....we are missing four out of six of them." Zephyr's eyes got wide and his fangs were out. His voice bellowed loud in the manor. Alerting those in the whole house.

Crista smiled faintly and asked, "Why do you think so? You know Mr. Ding better than me, don't you?" Carla was surprised to hear her answer. She had worked for William for a long time now. Didn't she know him well enough? Was Crista the only one who understood William well? The thought caused a jolt in Carla's heart. Had she been wrong about it from the beginning? Crista looked down the stairs and saw a group of six cars stopping outside the club. More than a dozen men broke in the club. Clenching her fists, Crista became furious when she saw a familiar figure. It was Lewis. He walked out of a black luxury car.

The heavy door closed behind them with a dull thud, leaving only three people in the room - Dominic, Adrian, and Lyra. Lyra stood frozen near the wall. Her eyes drifted toward the royal crest still lying on the stone floor, and a knot tightened in her stomach. Only moments ago she had laughed at it. She had called it a toy. Worse still, she had thrown it at the feet of the most powerful wolf in the kingdom. Every rumor she had ever heard about Alpha King Dominic came rushing back. How cold and ruthless the king was. She had heard instances where he had killed for less than throwing his crest on the ground.