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“Tonight, we gather to witness the crowning of a new king, one who has shown great courage, wisdom, and strength. Marcus, step forward.” Marcus walked forward, his expression calm and composed. The elder held up the crown, a symbol of leadership and responsibility. “With this crown, you are entrusted with the protection and guidance of our people. Do you accept this responsibility, Marcus?” “I do,” Marcus replied, his voice steady. The elder placed the crown on Marcus’s head. “Rise, King Marcus, ruler of the wolves.” A cheer erupted from the crowd, the sound echoing through the hall. Marcus stood, his eyes meeting mine across the room.

In the next tick-tock of the seconds, his body was seen soaring up in the air and was also seen whizzing towards King Richard Orlando Lie. “Dad! Dad! Stop it! Come back here, Dad!” shouted Virando vastly hysterically. “Here comes another disturber again!” hissed King Richard Orlando Lie cynically, smirking tauntingly and victoriously. He directed his red orpiment towards King Alexander at this moment. “Being a king, I must do anything I can do to protect my land and my country!” hissed King Alexander within his humongous determination. “Haven’t you realized yet that you’ll never ever stop me with that small weak little tiny blue supernatural power of yours! Haven’t you realized yet that you’

The King remained unreadable. "Interesting." Natasha shrugged. "I get that a lot." "Natasha," Lucien muttered. "What? I'm being polite." "You are not." "I haven't insulted anyone yet." The Queen looked personally challenged by that statement. The King ignored the exchange and returned his attention to Lucien. "You understand what you're asking." "I do." "A witch inside the palace." "Yes." "A human mate." "Yes." "While rival packs, vampires and unknown enemies hunt them." "Yes." The King's eyes hardened.

“Eleven!” Luna Amy says with a plastered smile, her eyes skirting over the crowd of us below them. I glance down at the small paper in my hand. My breathing turns ragged and the air around me thin as I place my hand over my erratically beating heart. My clammy hand clutches the paper in my palm, afraid to let it go, afraid to lose it and the freedom that comes along with it. I have been selected. My number drawn and now–finally, I am to be offered to the Lycan King. The virgin who will keep this shit hole safe for one more year, but I have no intention of actually meeting the monster Lycan King who lurks beyond our walls.

He added, “And if you belong to me, you must obey every word I say. That man is not your father. You have no father and no mother. If you ever say he is again, I’ll have him locked up. Understood?” I nodded slowly, tears pooling again. “Tell me you understand!” “I understand your words, Lycan King,” I replied quietly. “Take off your clothes,” he said, unbuckling his belt. “It’s been a while since I reminded you why you belong to me—and only me.” I stepped down from the bed and removed my dress quickly. He came up behind me, his gaze roaming as he commanded: “Arch your back. And scream my name with every thrust. Do you understand how I want it now?”

The question ripped from me, ragged and desperate. The echo’s head tilted. “The beast-king? He raged beautifully. A fitting final guardian for the old world. He is not dead. His spirit is too bright to simply extinguish. He is… dreaming. Trapped in the wellspring, a fly in the amber of my power. His will shall feed the new dawn.”

Joel asked, his voice reverent yet tinged with a hint of curiosity. King Tobias leaned forward, his piercing gaze fixed on Joel. "I have urgent matters to discuss," he said, his voice deep and authoritative. "There are rumors spreading about a rebellion brewing in the outer provinces. I need you to gather information, assess the situation, and ensure that our kingdom remains stable." Joel nodded, understanding the gravity of the task at hand. "Consider it done, my king. I will deploy our best scouts and gather intelligence on the situation. We will protect the kingdom and maintain order."

The razor sharp steel kissed my throat, forcing my head up to look him dead in the eye. The frantic, nervous advisor from the royal sanctuary and throne room was gone. And in his place sat a cold blooded Lycan soldier. This was the man who kept the Monster of the North on his throne. The King’s Watchdog. "Do not mistake the King’s desperation for mercy, girl," Marcus whispered, his voice flat and deadly calm. "The orchid will be ready when we return." "And if it's a trick?" I choked out, feeling the blade nick my skin.

Silver light spread beneath his feet like roots searching through the earth. Across from him Orion cried out as moonlight gathered around his small hands. The sanctuary was reacting to them. No… It was recognizing them. At last. I stepped back instinctively. The air became incredibly heavy. Even Raze struggled to remain standing. “My Queen…” His voice was strained. “It’s starting.” The altar cracked again. This time the fracture ran all the way through its center. Something beneath it shifted. Slowly. Deliberately. A deep growl echoed from far below the mountain.

These wolves were hopeless. "Banish him is the best option. Bring him back to his kingdom!" Adam replied with a sneer. The dragon king just laughed at them. "If you banish me, I will bring you all to my kingdom. I have a storage of different kinds of gods' wine!" Oh, my goddess. This dragon king knew how to catch their hearts. "We will hold that promise of celebration, but before that!" King Logan stared at Orora, who was just silent while burying her face in her mate's chest. "Orora, how do you feel now?"