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This was a warning of what was to come. Alexander, Symphony, Damion, and Gavin sat on a hill overlooking the blood bath that had just happened. Behind them, more than 20,000 Lycan soldiers were shifting, preparing for the battle. No matter how you looked at it there were going to be numerous casualties. Alexander knew the numbers on both sides were closely matched. He hoped that his men were stronger than a bunch of rogues that banded together to form an army. He turned his back on the scene below.

It was heavier than it looked, the cover soft and a little sticky with age. It opened plainly enough: Each alpha has a prophecy, and it will always come to pass. Weird, I thought. The kind of line that means nothing until, suddenly, it means everything. I almost put it back right there. I wish I had. I kept reading instead. The Tenth Lycan King will conceive a child with his Luna. The child will be the most powerful and most feared in history. I read it again, slower. Then a third time, waiting for the words to rearrange themselves into something that made more sense, something less impossible.

“Your Majesty, you are a guest here. A honoured one, but still a guest. Red Moon matters must be handled with care.” Caleb took one step forward, and the air changed. The lamps along the wall flickered. “I am also the Lycan King,” he said. “And I will say this once where every listening ear can carry it properly. If another wolf touches Alexander Grey, traps him, harms him, or uses rank to corner him, I will treat it as an attack on me.” A sharp breath passed through the wolves watching from nearby corners. Rowan’s face did not change, but Alexander saw his fingers tighten around the edge of his robe.

His hair has the most unique look I've ever seen—black, but with streaks that burn a deep red when light touches it. In summary, if Anton is considered very handsome, the Lycan King supercedes that by a wide margin. I shake my head to remove such thoughts from my mind. He's the reason that I'm here, and he should be treated no better than the monster he is. There was always some ounce of doubt whenever I heard stories of how he conquered a pack, or raised a territory with his men, but after the things I saw this night, I know for a fact that they are true.

Never bow to the beast we call King, the one responsible for my coven's massacre, burned my family into ash and called it justice. Yet here I was, being offered as meat to the monster that ruled us all. The throne stood mighty, looking like something carved out of darkness itself, and on it, dressed in black and gold, sat the king. Lucien Valemont. The Lycan King. Even from a distance, his presence was overwhelming, cold, and intense. His face was unreadable, chiseled like it had been sculpted. But it was his eyes that took me off balance. They were hard green. Sharp as a knife.

She was feeling weak each second. — In the Lycan Kingdom A bunch of wolves was growling in front of the Lycan Palace. "Where is your King?" A man shouted at the Lycans. "He is not here. Who are you all? Why did you come like this?" "I like to talk with your King. When will he come back?" "He is outside. But why are you here?" "Call your King and tell him, Alpha Dylan called for a war. His Lycan Palace is fully attacked by the Alpha King."

Both guards fell silent as several males, dressed in all black, came out of the palace, each carrying large, heavy-looking bags. Bags that smelled of wolf’s blood. A wave of nausea rolled through me. The stories about the Lycan King weren’t just rumors – he really was a murderous lunatic. I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry. I wanted to run back to the car and beg the driver to take me back home to my family and my husband. Even Ash was spooked; I felt her tail curl up between her legs. I wish we’d never stepped into that room! I wailed to her.

She turned, her cloak sweeping the floor, and then, she signaled the people behind her, giving them a sharp nod. ​ "We will wait, King Ronan. We will wait for the moment your 'sanctuary' fails. And it will fail. Because a human heart stops, but you see a Lycan’s grudge? It is eternal." As they began to exit, i took a step back, completely frozen. Now it finally clicked. I wasn't equal to anyone here. I was just a piece in their game, a pawn she was ready to sacrifice. It didn't matter how powerful Ronan was. We were playing a game where the rules were already rigged from the start.