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The Lycan King groaned and looked down at me as his desire flashed in front of his eyes. “You are so hot, Your Majesty,” I murmured as my hands encircled him. The Lycan King growled low. “Your fingers will be the death of me,” he murmured while gritting his teeth as if he was stopping himself from pumping into my fingers. I bit my bottom lip as I continued pumping him. The Lycan King growled a brutal yell, and the next thing I knew, he pulled my hands away from his cock. Pouting, I said, “I am not yet done, Your Majesty.”

"Will be disposed of." The room fell silent at that. I swallowed hard. "He'll choose all of us," one of the other girls said finally, defiant. "Why send so many of us otherwise?" The blonde girl looked away, shaking her head. "You don't understand. This is the Lycan King we're talking about. He's a beast, an animal. He only wants what he can use, and he doesn't want to use any of us for long." I shivered, feeling a chill that had nothing to do with the cold.

"If you die, she loses her reason to fight back! Go!" Leo wiped his face, looked at me one last time, and ran toward the heavy oak doors of the inner keep. With Leo safe, Kaelen raised his broadsword. He didn't point it at my chest. He pointed it toward the dark army rushing into the courtyard. "Northern warriors! To me!" Kaelen’s voice thundered across the fortress. Dozens of Lycan guards stepped out from the ruined gates, pulling their silver blades and forming a heavy wall of shields around their King. They were outnumbered ten to one, but not a single man backed down.

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. They didn't.

Controlling an Alpha and making them fall at your feet was another level entirely. The Lycan King could bend half the nation at his will. Was that how powerful Lycans were? Or was it just the King? This was a different thing altogether. The man I had refused in front of everyone. The man whose mask I had run from. I could have been standing in that courtyard, verdict made on my pitiful life. Or Hazel's. My legs finally started to move. I walked the rest of the gallery with my head down, delivered the linen to a startled laundry maid, and didn't say a word to anyone.

The moon was even more bright in the sky, and the howl was transformed into the chorus of howls of lycans all over the wood, all calling to the Moon Goddess. I felt my body begin to shift, my senses becoming keener, and my strength and agility were improving. I screamed with the rest, and I could feel the strength of the goddess flowing in my blood. The rogue lycans could not stand before me now, and I was prepared to fight a battle with fresh energies and power. I was just about ready to charge forward when a dark individual came out of the trees. Tobias Richfield was the strong and dreadful king of the lycans in his lycan form, and a pack of his most reliable subordinates accompanied him.

The Lycan King will help my pack and my people will be saved! A tear rolled down my cheeks as I watched the elders stamp the files with their various seals.

“Our contestants: Lady Nina Parke, soldier of the Lycan female army, daughter of Minister Gale, and Lady Myra, soldier of the Lycan female army.” He paused again. The crowd couldn’t help but murmur. “It’s still a she-wolf. Doesn’t she have a pack or is she a rogue? The Lycan King and a rogue? This is preposterous.” Matteo shot a glare at all of them, making them shudder in fear and zip their lips.

“But I can’t help but worry for you. We need you focused, not distracted by whatever this is.” He nods, but his eyes are fierce, igniting a fire in my chest as he clutches my hand tighter, grounding me amid the chaos. “I’ll be fine,” he assures me, though I can see the flicker of uncertainty in the depths of his eyes. Suddenly, the atmosphere shifts. A low rumble sweeps across the field, drawing our attention. My heart pounds as I turn my gaze across the expanse, and there they are… the army of my uncle… the usurper Lycan king, emerging from the shadows of the forest like a dark tide. They’re a menacing sight, a wall of muscle and fury, their eyes glinting like shards of obsidian as they spo

Which I almost believe with how he gags around humans. Draco, is my wolf. Though not just any wolf. He's the Lycan King. Both of us in reign of the kingdom of Leaden. I came here with business, but as always I was just disappointed. But as the king I'm required to do all these things, even when they sometimes just want me to bite my own head off.