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The manor was gigantic enough to contain more than a thousand people and yet, it screamed of royal simplicity, and also had the Alpha's best color of illumination, dark purple. The roof of the manor was so high that they literally couldn't feel their faces if they looked up at it. After much admiration and gasping for breath, the soldiers began to tie Elijah up around one of the pillars which surrounded the manor. When they were done tying him up, they each drew out their canes and began to unleash their anger on him as they took turns to whip him. Elijah could no longer feel his legs as they were both firmly tied to a separate pillar. He shook his body vigorously to let loose but there was

All belonged to him. At least according to the laws he wrote himself. Soon, the entire continent depended upon his auctions. Eventhough only the Wolf Kingdom was cursed, other kingdoms recognized the value of Ronas in fertilizing their own lands. Kings competed for powerful Ronas. Princes bankrupted kingdoms for them. Merchants paid fortunes simply to possess one. Some bid Ronas only to acquire a possession, like a beautiful antique vase –only to brag about having Ronas to their friends and enemies. Acquiring a Rona meant wealth and influence. Having multiple Ronas showed power.

“Is that supposed to be a compliment?” “I know we barely know each other, but I had to get you out of there.” His grave face says it all. Maybe Serena was only touching on the surface earlier when she was telling me about Conrad. “What happens if you’re bought by an O’Neill?” I ask. Skipper downs the rest of his drink. “It’s best not to talk about that.” Carter lifts his eyebrows, a pensive look on his face. “How did you hear about the auction?” “Conrad approached me in a parking lot.”

Rook’s still grinning with my blood on his teeth. “The Law’s simple, Luna. Four Kings. One Queen. Thirty days.” Kain checks his claws like he’s bored. “Three graves. One throne.” Silas lights a cigarette off a burning auction card. “Better start picking favorites, little wolf.” Theo hasn’t moved. He’s still staring at me like he watched me kill him in another life. “She already chose,” he says. “She bit him first.”

Those were the colors of any consort and not the ruler. There were also men who wore suits in other colors. Some of them even wore yellow and pink suits which made the Council grimace. I can’t blame them. Those used to be my favorite colors but those colors were for young pups, not for alphas and certainly not for queens. They must have forgotten to review the royal family rules. They would be sent home tonight as well. After this, we wouldn’t be able to see twenty percent of the alphas anymore. Chester belonged to the very few alphas who wore gold. Black, gold, and silver were the colors of the flag in our kingdom.

“Agreed, Xander.” The dispute turned out to be about the sovereignty of Larch itself. If he remembered rightly, courtesy of Eithne, Connor Mac Neill had wooed Ava before returning to that particular kingdom as a conqueror. They actually hailed from elsewhere. Why was this so important to Frederick’s lot? It turned out some of the mercenaries among them were proud Larch men. The last thing he needed was an internal war.

After listening to me he only nods his head. " Why do you ask?" I asked. " Because the price we are paying and going to pay is much bigger than we have ever imagined," he said. Pain and sympathy was visible in his eyes. " We lost 106 members of our kingdom," he said. " what?" I asked if my voice was booming inside of the library. Good that it was sound proof or else Scarlett would have woken up. " including children and two of our elders," he added. " how?" I asked, rage was cursing through me and all I could think of ripping the head of the culprits who did this.

“You mean that piece of paper our fathers signed before your old man put a bullet in mine and stole the empire?” His gaze flicked to the Old King in the corner. “You built this throne on my father’s grave, Carlino. Don’t talk to me about rules when you don't follow them.” “Your father was weak, he was a traitor,” the Old King croaked. “I did what was necessary.” “And now,” Kailen snapped, turning back to Carlino, “so am I.” Then he said it. “Give me the girl. Renounce the empire and maybe I won’t burn this bungalow down with all of you inside.”

He seemed regret to inform me this. “Thanks Ben.” I inhaled deeply before forcing a smile to him and getting up. My face twitched as I felt a great muscle soreness spreading over my body. Benjamin told me that Mrs. Manson had prepared two suits of new uniforms for each selected slave to serve through the celebration. Just like what Samantha had anticipated, the new uniforms were made of cloths in high qualities and the size fitted us better. “You look nice!” Benjamin exclaimed when I got dressed up and stepped out of the pantry.

"Nick, do you think that this vampire might be a royal?" "Yes, now please get going I still have some business to attend to before this circus of a night!" I said and he left immediately. I remember the stories that mom and dad used to tell me regarding the war ages ago. They told me how they were fighting side by side then the next moment they got attacked by rogues. After the war, our alliance ended immediately with the vampires and we were no longer living in peace with each other. I can recall back to last year that the royal vampire never pitched up for the ball. I always heard these stories about vampires and that the royals were brutal. My father told me that I should watch my back ar