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Luka responded with a wicked smile on his face. The air was thick with tension as Ardolf faced Luka, a cunning sorcerer with ambitions that reached far beyond the horizon. Luka's voice carried a chilling confidence as he uttered those fateful words that would send Ardolf's world spiraling into chaos. "I'll grant you your kingdom back," Luka drawled, his eyes glinting with malevolent amusement, "but in return, you must surrender Athena to me."

But here we stand, unbroken and fierce, ready to reclaim our rightful place. Once the bodies are guarded by a small group of warriors, River gathers us together, calling for the defeated warriors to stand in a circle. The tension in the air is palpable, but I can see the spirit of unity beginning to rise among us. “Listen up!” he shouts, his voice booming with authority. “Today, we have fought for our home, for our families, and for our future. The usurper king has been defeated, but we must decide how to move forward.” I glance around at the faces of my packmates, their expressions ranging from pride to uncertainty. “Those of you who wish to pledge allegiance to the new king… Aloria’s fathe

“At least let your horns grow before you take this step. Sage Winters may be an outsider, but she is right. You are no match for me.” “I want your throne, Lord Saturn. I have taken a lot of souls to be here, nothing will stop me from my desire.” Orion declared. Saturn stepped into the the Arena. “You have already lost. Desire is not enough.” The creature named Orion charged at Saturn but before he could reach the Lord of of Tartarus, he halted in pain and began to clutch at his neck frantically as if something was choking him. “Foolish cur,” Saturn grumbled in a bored deadly tone. “You have forgotten that the very air you breath is by my grace.”

Orrin yells, and everyone in attendance howls to the moon in agreement. “Adore, is there anything you would like to say?” She nods at Orrin. “My King,” She bows. “My brother and my father figure. Thank you for blessing me this night. My wolf and I will work hard to make you proud and show that the blessing you bestow upon us was not given in vain.” Adore bows again, to which Orrin does the same. My mate looks ever the King in his elegant robes and crown. Orrin stands tall in front of his family, and all watch their King with pride in their eyes.

“What do you want, Orion? I already gave you my answer. I am not selling out the King.” “Yes, you gave me your answer, but do you know who your next opponent is?” Orion asks, his tone shifting into something far more calculating. “The Ripper Ghost. Three days from now, you will walk into that arena, and he will tear you to pieces. You know it, I know it, and even your beloved King Sven knows it. You will not survive him.” “I knew I would have to face him when participating, and I will find a way to win. I have to.”

Ora’s POV Feeling a bit stuffy and suffocated, I sauntered outside to get some air. The moon was I had just taken a stroll around the garden when one of the guards came trotting up to me. He gave me a curt bow and stated, “The Lycan king has summoned you.” My gaze drifted to the moon that was high in the sky, “It is already so late. I will swing by early in the morning.” The guard shifted slightly, “I am afraid that is not an option, Miss Ora.” He waved towards the vintage car parked on the road, “The King has even sent a car to pick you up.”

I look at my hand and I am holding a dead wizard. “Bruce, we need Adam back, bud,” Joshua looks at me. “Bruce,” Lucas looks at me. “Come on man, give Adam control.” “I need to see my king,” I drop the wizard. I am a loyal Lycan of Royal Blood. My allegiance to my King is absolute. Above all, even to Adam. I kneel next to my King. “Oh, great Caesar, I come to pay tribute.” I can feel my King in there. He has been restless all day. Something about my mate has him stirring.

For a second, just a second, there is a shimmer under my skin, faint and silver, and then it’s gone so fast I think I imagined it. I’m tired. I’m imagining things. I get up and start walking back. ♦︎ The weeks that follow are the greyest of my life. The pack talks. They always talk, but now they have material. The Lycan King rejected the curse-born at the Mating Ceremony not even a real rejection, they say, because you can only be properly rejected by a mate who considers you worth rejecting, and clearly, I was not. My aunt’s satisfaction is quiet and thorough. She doesn’t say anything outright. She doesn’t have to.

I asked. Orion nodded, his expression so determined it almost felt like he was preparing for battle. But in less than a heartbeat, he collapsed. His head rested on my shoulder as he whispered, “The Lycan King will strip me of my title, and the guards will throw me out. Her Highness will have me kicked out of the Lycan Pack territory, and she’ll tell everyone not to take me in. I’ll end up a rogue, lost and alone.” “No! That’s not going to happen!” I pretended to be upset, messing with his hair like I was calming a child. “The Lycan King and Queen are both decent people. They’d never do that to you. They’ll probably just have the guards give you some lashes.”

I smiled and said, "Oh, I know. King Uther from the dragon kingdom and nine other dragons are outside killing them. Oh! And Queen Winnie, from the kingdom of witches, sends her regards along with ten of her witches." King Orfeo paled a little more than he already is and said, "I can create as many as I want." I said, "But you have to be able to bite them to do that. Don't you?" Just then he opened his mouth to speak, I grabbed a hammer and slammed him in the mouth with it. It broke out all of his teeth. Then, I picked up a wooden stake that one of the witches had thrown and plunged it into his chest. He didn't die immediately. He sat there screaming, as I formed a ball of fire as big as his