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Upon cleaning his chest, I noticed three holes right over his heart, a wave of sheer panic enveloped me as I gasped, “We need a doctor, James. I think bullets are deep in his heart.” The mere mention of the doctor flew open Maddox’s eyes, he growled furiously. “No need for a doctor. A King can’t see a doctor.” What? Wasn’t King a mortal who could fall ill or get injured? Gawking at my mate, I waited for some clarification. Beta James explained to me the King’s general practice of never showing weakness as a ruler, it could alert the enemies to attack you in your fragile state.

His masculine face is covered by slightly chubby cheeks. I wonder how old this photo is. “No.” King Harvey turns the page. “The King of the South.” King Harvey points at a tall man in red and dark green armor. “He is a quiet man but known to kill all his enemies with a small blade. He respects me because I use a sword and gun, he hates blood. His wife loves to make cookies for the other kings. I fear poison. Do not eat anything any of these kings give you. I never eat. You may copy me, and they will not question it. They see it as a sign of discipline.”

He wanted to fire back at their lewd words, but he held back himself knowing that the assessment would be an avenue to show them what an ousted Omega was capable of doing. When it was finally his turn. He was glad that his sparing partner was one of the males, who had insulted his family. Iver moved with precision, every blow and strike, honed from the years of surviving his family's harsh brutalities. From the edge of the field, Faiz the alpha king watched keenly, the same male, who had saved him from the arrow, yet defied him, was now on his turf. His body as if remembering what had happened, stiffened delectably at the memory.

King Leonardo said looking at Kiara, though his eyes were now frightened as if he was just caught, I looked at Ian who seemed to be on the verge of slitting the king’s throat, though I could tell that he was trying to keep himself composed, King Leonardo’s heart was racing against his ribcage as if threatening to get out of his chest and run. “You’re a bloody prick” Kiara said looking at him, her voice dripping with disgust, I frowned not understanding what she was talking about, but whatever it was Ian seemed to know about it as he did not look confused or phased by what she was talking about, only angry at the king who was held down by my two guards, his guards were in the dungeon until it

I took it from her with a nod, ignoring the curious gazes from my family. The gift was rather flat and I tried to imagine which baby items it was as I opened it. Surprisingly, it was an envelope. I opened it curiously and my heart skipped the moment I saw the handwriting. It was one I would never forget. The cursive letters were the writing of the one man who had my heart. One, which, unfortunately, I couldn't marry because my father set his eyes on Thomas’ wealth and affluence. Damian, the rogue king.

She finally found the courage to open her thoughts. "My King, I have been meaning to speak with you about a certain matter." She said, in a trembling voice. By paying full attention to his wife, the king was able to recognise the fear in his wife as she spoke. He placed the ink as well as the paper he had been working on and gave Carmen his full attention. "Come and sit here beside me." He commanded. Carmen did as she was told. "What is troubling you my lady?" He asked. "My king, The warriors are not as fit as they should be. They are also not enough to defend this country. We need more warriors and they will all have to be thoroughly trained." Carmen voiced out.

If I'm not wrong, you've managed to pick up a trick or two from it. "So, it's not just my life you're after, but my martial prowess too, huh?" Hmm?! The man in black, still furiously clicking his abacus, could not hide the shock on his face. Alexander... No wonder he was the King of Ol' Mare, unmatched in both wit and power! So young, yet with the might of a conqueror. Even after being hit by that lethal abacus tune, he remained as composed as a cucumber. That was just jealousy-inducing!

“My Lord I didn’t realize you were here otherwise I would have brought the girls another day to get fitted.” The King turned his head to look at Lazarus, at the same time his eyes were off to the side glancing at Jezzebelle. His hair was well managed and was well past his shoulders. You can certainly tell he was an ancient his ears were pointed and when he spoke he had an accent. According to her father he came from France. He also had frightening fangs. The older you get the more the Bloodthirst takes it toll. The King noticed Jezzebelle was looking at him or more than less was studying him.

He turned to Lilia, who looked down and sobbed, the chains tied around her hand made it difficult for her to move, she just laid still on the ground and wondered what fate had in store for her and Adolphus. "Gathered today is I, King Fabian, King of Sunan and second head of the kings" he introduced with pride in his voice. He turned to Queen Mena who had a sad look on her face her eyes red as she placed a clean napkin on her face, tears rolling down her eyes.

It is sufficient to set out for advertising to see a portion of it. The advertisement script has a scene where the disciples decide to fight with the main character in the middle of heaven and earth, which requires a majestic scene and must have blue sky, water, and a vast desert, so the filming crew had to fly to another area to get the scene. The key actor in the advertisement is, of course, a big star, playing the role of The Demon King, and all the models left are just background actors, playing the roles of a few brazen people surrounding and attacking the main actor. This type of role that is completely background has no prospect for a modelling career, but fortunately, the job lasts q