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The door was sent flying in the air, hitting against the wall and reducing into pieces of dust. " How dare you touch her with your dirty hands?" Brendon roared, breathing furiously, his eyes were bloodshot red giving off a murderous melody. " Leave her you bastards!" He roared, and there was a disastrous interaction of lightning waves. It was so bright that I couldn't keep my eyes open. After a few seconds the light beams disappeared, from there walked a huge beast like werewolf. No , not a werewolf but a Lycan King. The legendary beast who was king of werewolves. I have only heard this from other slaves during my time in prison but witnessing it with my eyes sends shivers down my spines.

Another replied and I groaned but still closed my eyes there. “Are you nut? Can’t you see he is about to die? He can’t even open his eyes well anymore. Are we going to watch him die like this?” One of them said again and my heart leaped. “You are the one who’s lost his mind. Have you forgotten that he is a Lycan king and a very strong one at that? How will he die just because he is thirsty? Beings like him can go for years without taking anything and they will still be okay!” One of them finally raised his voice as he scolded the last one who spoke.

I felt a strange feeling of need and despair, as if I needed something to calm my nerves. Tristan poured another drink, his fingers brushing mine as he offered. "So, Veronica, who is this guy that's giving you so much trouble?" I took a sip and let the alcohol burn my throat before answering. "These are the Lycan Kings, Lucas and Simon." Tristan's eyebrows furrowed. "Ah, twins. They have a good reputation. And you alone." I nodded, feeling the warmth of the drink spread through me. "Yes. I don't think I want to bring it."

Blood drained from my face as I allowed his words to settle in. The Lycan King of the North?! Oh, this is definitely karma catching up with me.

Every conversation died. A man entered… tall and powerfully built, and flanked by dangerous looking guards. He wore black and silver armor etched with ancient symbols, and though he wore no crown, the power radiating from him was unlike anything I have ever felt. It pressed against everyone in the room, a physical weight that made even Darius and Kieran… both Lycan royalty themselves… straighten with immediate attention. This was no ordinary Lycan. This was the Lycan King. The supreme ruler of the wolf kind.

Progress. I walked into the square without drawing. The Lycan on the chain squinted down his nose. “Foreign,” he said, as if the word tasted like dust. “Name your business or be gone.” “I am Kael,” I said, and let the title come like a hammer dropped from a quiet height. “King of the Lycans.” They laughed. The sound had the wobble of men who don’t want to look past the thing that keeps them safe. “Equal to none,” said the tallest. His armor showed the sigil of a sunburst clamped in a fist. “Especially not to dogs.”

Luka's POV I know the child was mine, it didn't make sense why Emily would want to hurt me so bad, was it payback? I couldn't tell. “They plan on attacking us tonight” the seer's voice broke through my thoughts. They are the group of Lycans led by their King and they conceal themselves with masks and dark magic but luckily for you, I have made antidotes that would help against their infected bites. You King Luka will get your allies from the outside world and my people and soldiers will get ready. We will move our women and children to the cave at the mountain top and the women who can fight will volunteer as soldiers as well” she continued, her calm and soothing tone calming the anger boili

He’s been watching since the ceremony. I looked at Rowan. ‘I understand if you want me to leave before he arrives. Whatever political obligation his arrival creates for you. I don’t want you to leave, Rowan said. He is the Lycan King. If he arrives here and finds you have been —’ Harboring you. Something in his voice was almost amused. Harboring is an interesting word for offering a guest a bed and breakfast. I stopped arguing. Not because I had run out of arguments but because I could see that they were not going to work, and I had learned a long time ago not to spend energy on immovable things.

Whichever one it was, he was sure they had already won this war. “I dare your beloved white wolf to show herself," the Lycan King continued, scanning the soldiers who looked on in anguish, then said in a dangerous voice, “or forever submit to me!" Alpha Thane and Jared stepped forward, growling and showing their fangs. Their stance meant they were out for blood. They advanced toward the lycan king but were immediately blocked by other lycan soldiers. Without a care and with the fury raging inside them, they lunged at the lycans, and a rather short fight broke out.

Through my blurry gaze, I saw him stepping over Alpha Grayson, which earned a lot of violent and shocked reactions for disrespecting him. “We beg for your forgiveness, your highness. We failed to recognize you.” Whispers from the people I grew up with reached my ear. “Is that really the second prince? I heard he's apathetic and ruthless, but why does he seem so playful?” “Don't let that fool you. Lycans are a lot stronger than werewolves and he can crush our skulls with bare hands.” “I heard he's killed so many, so you better keep your mouth shut because he can hear you.”