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A calm voice whispered in my mind, yet I didn’t know the answer. The applause of the pack members shocked me back to reality, a sudden chill ran down my spine as I gazed with my hands clasped together. “The ritual has ended.” The old man announced firmly. “Our kings have successfully claimed their mate.” He added, leaving me even more puzzled. Claimed? Without my consent? Do they have any idea how strong that word is? Oh yes, they never cared. Just as I was about to utter something, Koe leaned closer to me, his smile creeping over his face, his voice low, almost like a whisper. “You have no choice here, this is just the beginning darling, you’re stuck with us without a choice of your own.”

I closed my eyes, silently offering my own words of gratitude and farewell to a king I had never known but whose legacy would forever shape our lives. The ceremony continued, with heartfelt eulogies and solemn rituals. The mourners transformed, their bodies merging with their animal instincts, as the moon emerged to cast its luminous glow. The mournful howls reverberated through the night, a poignant tribute to the fallen king, and a reminder of the unity and strength of the werewolf kingdom. As the ceremony drew to a close, Kaden and I retreated by to our room , finding solace in each other's presence. *****

King Dyron Kingdom of Havocc The king watched as his vultures, shedding their Ecanus disguises returned to him. The smile on his face told the story of a predator finally spotting its prey. He greeted them with a warm smile as they perched on the railings of the balcony. “My sweetlings…” he muttered, stroking them each on the head, while giving them small kisses, “You must be famished. Feast!” He pointed at multiple carcasses of deer that were lying on the floor, the vultures jumped at it immediately devouring flesh and separating the meat from the bones until there was nothing left.

I hadn't eaten in three days, the little sneaky devil; Sarah and her minions had refused to give me my food because they were in charge of the cafeteria for the week; as usual, I had pretended not to care and held my head high each time I got skipped at the queue. The other slaves didn’t dare interfere, and I didn’t blame them; I was mostly hated in this part. Somehow, these people blamed the fall of the human race on my tiny shoulders. My father, who was a werewolf hunter, had killed the former werewolf Alpha, causing the outbreak of the war. The werewolves had won the war, subduing the entire human race.

I asked once again, nothing I was seeing could be real, there was no way, I must have been dreaming of hallucinating or something. “I think your little brain finally broke, that is why you keep asking the same thing over and over again.” The seer mocked but he didn’t understand, there was no way. then that man stood, the one who knelt first and addressed the crowd. “I was wrong…” he started scanning the crowd. “I am no wolf king, our true king is right here and I am stepping down. I leave all of you in the care of the new king.” He then turned to leave.

Elder Aloha Theron was also lost in the fight,and the entire Kingdom mourned not just for his death, but for the death of every single person and warrior that had sacrificed thier life for the greater good. There were mourning days for the fallen wolves, one that the entire Kingdom did in respect for them. And afterwards, the crowning ceremony took place in which my mate, Alexander Malakai was crowned King at long last, and beside him, I was pledged Queen and Luna. He kept to his words, and after the crowning and all, took me to go and see my parents. But even having the position of the Queen does not seem to wipe out their hatred for me, but I got the closure I needed. Besides, I tried to u

Dear kind readers, I’m excited to share that The King’s Possession has finally reached its conclusion. I want to extend my heartfelt thanks to each of you for your patience, support, and love throughout this journey. I know the ending may feel a bit hanging, and some of you might still be longing for more of Isabel and Tristan’s story, but this is the way I always intended for their tale to end. Your enthusiasm and dedication have meant the world to me, and I’m incredibly grateful to have had such lovely readers who have stuck with this story until the very last page.

“Waiting… for what? To tear me apart? To kill me? Or… or to make me his?” Bella tilted her head, her expression grave. “All three. And none. That’s how the King operates. He doesn’t negotiate. He doesn’t ask. He takes. And yet…” Her voice softened, almost wistful. “…he protects. And that is something you have to understand.”

Taking a deep breath, Nikolai replied, "I don't know, but I have a faint suspicion that if we follow the fireworks, we can get there." Seeing the sky, a new concern was made in Alexis, who feared that the wedding had already been consummated and that it was beyond noon when Ivan told them that such a wedding would take place. And his fears were confirmed, because when Alexis and his other companions managed to reach the center of the city, finally arriving at the temple, they saw how the place began to be empty, nothing was left... Not even the ceremony. Analyzing the place, seeing the white flower petals on the ground and the fireworks in the sky, it was clear to Alexis, who realized that t

When everyone boarded the car, Jason sat next to Simon, realizing that he was now not only a voter, but also a personal manager for this potential supermodel. Six models met to shoot a commercial for an online game about angels and devils, with a narrative based on dragons and fairy tales. According to speculations, “The Angel King” is financed by Clare Fashion Company, and this is a Chinese-style online game that reaches the worldwide market, properly constructed, taking only the products they play into consideration. It is sufficient to set out for advertising to see a portion of it.