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"She is essential to everything. No one will thwart the Lycan King again with this girl in my shadow." Cassidy felt herself slide back into the darkness even as her mind tried to process the words. She was with the Lycan King?! But, before too many more thoughts could filter through her, darkness claimed her once more.

The king was next to him again, blood soaring in the air as he ripped out his arm, His leg. Like it was nothing. I felt ill. Bile rose up my throat as the blood pooled round the fountain, the smell of iron strong in the air. The Alpha had not made a sound after his arm was ripped out, his eyes a hazy gloss as he stared above, his face bone white, even in the darkness. “Y-your.. your majesty.” His chest heaved as the king stood over him, and for the first time in my life, I saw fear in a lycans eyes.

I moved my attention to the feral wolf that was in front of me. But no, he was no ordinary wolf; he was a lycan. The Lycan King. I stared at King Titus who looked as deviously powerful as everyone described him to be. He was so tall, and he was almost half turned: his fangs protruding out of his mouth, his veins so thick on his arms and hands, and his eyes were as blinding as the sun.

"And now, I'm here to claim my queen." Lucas glared at Alexander, his muscles tensed and ready for a fight. "I won't stand by and let you take her against her wish," he growled. Alexander chuckled darkly, his eyes flashing with anger. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into, pup," he said, his voice dripping with contempt. "I am the king of the Lycans, and I will have no problem tearing you and your little pack apart if you continue to defy me."

The mating bite on his neck stood openly visible, a deliberate symbol of defiance against the old laws that had sparked this war. Lucien joined him on the tower, his massive frame clad in full black armor etched with silver wolves, the crown of the Lycan King resting heavy on his brow. His golden eyes burned with ruthless determination as he surveyed the approaching threat. The bond between them thrummed strongly, a warm anchor amid the gathering storm, feeding strength from one to the other.

"Stand! I don't hit women, or I would have hopped on that offer. So what exactly do you scent and see?" "Conspiracy, my king. It seems there's a leech among your trusted. The troops you have sent to the wolves' land have been surrounded and butchered... currently being butchered, and part of your prisoners are returning to their pack with the help of a Lycan bloodline." Who is it?" Lucian inquired, full of curiosity. Valka looked at her king seriously. "I... I can't see clearly, Your Majesty. Probably a man too wise to know you would consult my vision, who must have prepared himself with cider incense to conceal his appearance."

I don’t want to be here, but since Paris is another lycan king’s territory, I had to come along. King Mathieu Fontaine has been the lycan king of most of western Europe. He has been kind longer than I have, and he is only a few years older than I am. We have met a few times, and I admire some of his policies. When I informed him that I would be coming to France with my sister, he was a little standoffish, and that confused me. We have never had a problem with each other in the past, so I am hoping to find out why he acted that way over the phone. He will be here tonight.

The voice thundered through the chamber, jagged and jagged, ricocheting from the walls and crashing into my soul. My father, the Lycan King, in all fury and iron. Unprepared, the blow of the booming voice startled me just like the sound smashed into my head and tightened my grip on the kill. The hare's ears flicked forward in trepidation. I could read terror in its eyes—just like mine had looked that day.

I flinched at the intensity of his words, making me shut my eyes. I have heard of the Lycan King before, Richard Wilson. He was said to be a powerful King with authority. I felt a shadow blocking my view and I opened my eyes to see him crouching before me. I was a bit startled and moved backward but he held my wrist already.

Lycan King Logan had summoned me to his pack, and I had no choice but to obey. His summons weren’t invitations. They were commands, and refusing him wasn’t an option. Not if I wanted to keep my head attached to my shoulders. I never expected this deal going sideways. Some Alphas I had invited for the alliances didn't accept it because they were scared of the wrath of the Lycan King.