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“Do not make me wait any longer in your castle.” The Lycan King broke the last vestige of human control. His large hands stripped away the remnants of my clothing with carnal but devoted urgency, worshipping every inch of my full body with such heavy lust that it set my blood on fire. Every caress, every pressure of his Lycan claws on my thighs was a pact of definitive possession. We merged in a wild carnal union, a blow of pure mystical combustion where my silver light intertwined completely with the oppressive aura of his black steel, making the runes on the ceiling flash in a perfect explosion of gold and silver.

As the darkness of his gaze swallowed me whole, I realized that the girl who was rejected by the pack was about to become the woman who rules them all. Liam didn't just throw away a mutt; he threw away a queen. The Lycan King’s grip tightened, his eyes flashing with a possessive hunger that told me he was never letting go. "Mine," he whispered. And for the first time in twenty-one years, I believed it.

He retorted once again, but I stood transfixed to a spot with my mouth hung wide agape. “Leave? That's all you intend to say? How shameless can you really be? You irritate me down to the core erebus.” I retorted, clenching my fists. I could feel my blood boiling at an insane range; it was killing me way too much to listen to whatever crappy words the bastard had said, but I had not expected him to yell at me for any reason. “Yes. Leave. Stop acting like we are lovers. I married you only because I need an excuse; you don't get to pass out orders for me, and it seems you have forgotten your place in this pack. I am the Lycan King , and you tried to steal from me!”

In fact, the more I stared at him the more his face began to fit the description of a popular tale that echoed in my mind: Eyes of gold, tyrant's sway. Scar, terror, endless fight. Ruthless Beast, cold as night. Heart of steel, soul of fire. No mercy given, no love to acquire. Feared by all, through day and night. I swallowed hard, my heart racing as I recognized the man before me. This was Lycan Alexander of Theriakon pack. King of the Lycans within the 7 kingdoms. The most ruthless Lycan to have ever lived.

But in the briefest heartbeat, before anyone else moved, Amber’s gaze flicked once more to Livia—dark, satisfied, and cruel. The Lycan King’s claws dug into the armrest of his throne, wood cracking beneath his grip. His golden eyes blazed, his entire body trembling with the need to act, to rip apart the one who dared harm her. Yet he stayed rooted in place, because to reveal too much now would unleash chaos that even he could not contain. The Elders leaned forward as one, their glowing eyes piercing through the chamber. Their power weighed heavy upon everyone present, until whispers d*ed and silence reclaimed the hall.

The Dark King is choosing a wife. He only just lost his chosen mate a few years ago.. no one knows exactly what happened, but there are rumors that he went mad and killed her, himself. The man is a beast.. all he knows is death and destruction. He’s killed so many men.. including his parents and his siblings. That is why they call him the Dark King. The Dark Lycan King. “Father.. I don’t think-“ he cut me off with a glare, forcing the words right back down my throat.

I knew how much he hated being reminded of how much of a disappointment that he was. He stepped closer, his breath hot against my skin as he leaned in, whispering. “You see, there it is. The real venom. You can’t stand that I’m still standing after everything. That no matter what you do, I’m still here.” “You’ll be gone soon enough.” I replied coolly, refusing to let him see how close he was to getting under my skin. “You’re not as untouchable as you think. The Lycan King just proved it a while ago.”

He replied, continuing to walk. “Is King Marcelo going to be gracing us with his presence this year?” Jason asked the king. “Well. We are not certain. He never responded to the letter,” the King replied. The Lycan King? Did they invite him? The cold-blooded killer was invited to the convention? I wondered, following behind. If at all the Lycan will be here, I made a note to make sure that I avoid them at all costs. They were ruthless and dominant.

My heart impossibly shattered even more, making me stagger back as a stray tear rolled down my shocked cheeks. He hummed and waved his hands, immediately dismissing me while knowing very well that I wasn't okay with the arrangement but since when did Sullivan ever care about my opinion? I quietly returned to my room, all the while recalling every rumor I had ever heard about the Lycan king. His name was believed to be Hunter Tiberius Williams and he was cruelty in human form.

He took the empty stool beside me. For some reason, talking to him felt easy. Natural. We exchanged jokes. Traded sarcastic remarks. And for the first time all night, I found myself genuinely smiling. The stranger eventually lifted his glass. "Darius." I blinked. "Darius?" "Darius Draven." The name hit me immediately. My eyes widened. Everyone knew that name. The Lycan King. The most powerful Lycan alive. Darius seemed to notice my surprise. "That look never gets old."