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Cassandra replied, voice weak but laced with amusement. "How dare you laugh at me? You should be laughing at your sorry state. Disfigured, disabled, and unloved by your mate!" She said, reaching Cassandra's neck. "Yes, I am disfigured, I am disabled, but you're wrong about one thing. I am not unloved. Why do you think Lenox broke my legs? So that I won't be able to run away. Why do you think he ruined my face? Because he doesn't want anyone else to look at me but him. That's how crazy he is about me. Yet you? You are just being delusional." Cassandra, with her eyes full of smugness despite her poor state.

Not even like an enemy. Like a believer. “Because your bloodline carried it,” he said. “And because you were strong enough to survive until now without it killing you.” My stomach twisted. “You starved me. You chained me. You hurt me.” “Yes,” he said without hesitation. “Because power does not wake up gently.” Lucas lost control then. He shifted. Bones cracked and snapped as his body changed, his wolf forcing its way out in a burst of raw dominance. His roar shook the chamber, making the torches flicker wildly.

Theodore countenance drowned in his desires with his unfathomable expression to justify his actions. My mind echoed throughout my head, my body trembled to the impact, Theodore wanted to get rid of my baby and he would do everything to accomplish that even if he had to set up a character, dressed her up like a prophetess, he could go that far. Morgan words came in with a warning tone, rose with it a tinge of hope I thought I had lost. “The prophecy said- The child carried the legacy of the witches' bloodlines and I can only end this, The unseen and unspoken silence fuming with a fresh set of hatred as the day counts on.

Irene’s POV I peeled it off, hating the way his eyes trailed and lingered on my skin like I was a snack he wanted to devour. “You’re a tyrant.” I hissed, wanting him to feel a fraction of my hatred. He just shrugged lile he couldn’t care about my opinion. “Move faster, dove. We don’t have all night.” I gritted my teeth, swallowing the retort on my tongue as I took of my jeans then my underwear followed.

He glanced at me before averting his gaze, “they are willing to offer us half a billion dollars to get our company back up, with more support. They offered fifty million dollars to us too.” I frowned. That was - a little bit too much. Silver fang pack was known to be the most famous pack, the richest and the biggest too. Although they have one tiny flaw. Their Alpha was disabled - something that most of the community frowns upon because they feel it is a taboo and it makes him weak. Why would they pick a sudden interest in a small company that was way beneath them, and why would they offer so much? Lyra whooped heavily with my mother too but i just sat there staring at them in confusion.

I will not let anyone touch it. I will chew your beautiful body like an apple and extract the juice. I will tie Duke up and enjoy your beautiful body in front of him. You will scream to release from my hands but that crippled husband of yours will not be able to save you. And at that time you will understand who is really a lion and who is really a donkey. When I touch your beautiful body, you will understand who the real man is. You will understand only I can make you cry in pleasure. You will become intoxicated by my touch. Then you will realize that you will never have this happiness if you stay with your disabled poor husband.

Their pitiful whimpers filled the air as they clung to each other, eyes wide with terror as they realized who had come for them. They looked as wretched and as hungry as ever. When I had captured them, they'd been healthier and much chubbier. But now, they were nothing but bags of bones and skin, with protruding belles. Good. The more emaciated they were, the better for my scheme. "Please," one of them begged, her voice trembling. "Please, don't hurt us." I chuckled, a cold, cruel sound that echoed in the night. "Hurt you? Oh, I'm not going to hurt you." I jumped down into the pit, landing with a thud that made them flinch. "I'm going to do much worse."

I knew I wouldn't be able to get anything done now. “You requested for us, my lord?” Malakai stood by the door. His shirt was neat and impeccable and his salt and pepper hair was trimmed short. He looked composed as always. He walked in and Elias walked in after him. “I need you to explain something to me,” I growled. “Why does that tyrant’s daughter think I want to lay with her?” I noticed that both of them didn't look surprised at the revelation. “She's only doing what she's supposed to do”. Malakai said curtly.

“I will not bend the knee to a monster who thinks the entire continent belongs to him!” I stared at him in silence for a long moment. Then I spoke again, my voice deceptively soft. “Any logical reason why you believe you can defy me and survive?” The young Alpha laughed bitterly. “Because the age of tyrants is ending. You’ve grown weak, Zarkov. Distracted by that whore you dragged from Blackthorn. The packs whisper that the great Tyrant has lost his edge. That he now plays house instead of ruling with blood and fear.”

None. Mercy is not a word for me, it’s definitely not a word for a man who thinks what is mine is his. They call me cruel, they call me tyrant, let them. The pack survives because I decide, that is my rule. That is order. I took a throne young, I held it with blood, I sharpened fear into armor. Mercy would rust that armor, make me weak. I will not be weak. I push open the door, Hanging by the bar like some broken thing, wrists chained above his head, his body slumped but still breathing. His face bruised so bad the skin swells.