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I sighed, "If I only become Queen there, then what will I do? Living in the palace alone. That dusty field is not beautiful at all." Dominic laughed, his hand patting the steering wheel repeatedly. Meanwhile, Thalita was curious and asked me to take her there. How can I bring her, because we are not traveling? Bringing her is the same as me delivering her to the gate of the afterlife. "Lucan takes you to the battlefield where the Lycans will kill traitors or werewolves who don't want to submit to him. The Lycan hierarchy is very clear and ruthless. They don't hesitate to overthrow the King if the opportunity arises. Just like your father, the fierce and brave sigma did step forward to take t

Enough time to finally summon the courage to pick up the book King Alizadeh gave me. The scent of paper is the first thing that hits me. Then comes the sound of leaves as they rustle gently in the wind, and the melody that is nature, the sound of wings as birds and insects flitter in the air. The tree I'm under provides adequate shade while I sit with my back to the trunk. I feel nervous, and at peace at the same time. I open to the first page and my eyes take in the information displayed. “King Ashryn Mykanos, Descendant of King Aquinas Mykanos and the first Supreme Lycan King of the four Kingdoms.”

“An Alpha cannot mistake his Luna’s scent. It clings to you. How is this possible… if you claim she has never been here in your pack?” The king’s eyes glowed faintly red, a dangerous sign of the beast beneath his skin clawing to break free. His Beta and Gamma rushed to his side, prepared to strike if the situation escalated. Across from them, Aldrake’s warriors stumbled back, their instincts screaming to flee, yet bound by loyalty to stand their ground. The Lycan King’s voice thundered like a storm. “If you value your life, do not press a battle you cannot win. To accuse me—the one who reigns above all—shows either madness… or a d*ath wish.”

I could see the huge proud smile on the Lycan King's face as he informed his sons that I was his reward for being a good king. As the Lycan king told his sons about his latest conquest which involved raiding my village and killing as much people as he could, I felt hate boil inside of me. I felt great boil inside of me to a point that all I wanted to do was to walk towards the Lycan King and stab him on the neck until he kept his mouth shut for good. "I am going to have her in my bed tonight," the Lycan King said with his mind clouded with lust.

Lycan walked slowly across the cold wooden floorboards, dropping to his knees beside the bed. He was the Wolf King. He commanded a continent of lethal shifters, possessed a treasury that could buy entire nations, and ruled from a fortress of impenetrable stone and iron. If he wanted to, he could wrap Amy in the finest silks in the world, crown her in diamonds, and force the entire inner citadel to their knees before her. But that wasn't what she wanted.

Sitting at the head of the table was the King and queen next to him and at the other end of the table were Marcelo and his beta. Marcelo’s eyes drifted between me and Kaleb, who was holding my hand now. I tried to remove my hand, but he pulls it back, gripping it too tight that I could feel my knuckles crack. “Shall we begin?” The king gestured for everyone to take their seats. >>> Two hours into the meeting, everyone is arguing about how Lycans are attacking small packs and not having to give them a chance to choose their packs. “I do what I have to do because it is for the best. People need leaders and…” One of the leaders from the south wanted to speak.

Something was wrong, so wrong. Joie knew the camp rules. She knew the forest beyond the perimeter was crawling with rogues, smugglers, and worse things. “Search every building, every vehicle, every inch of this camp! If someone touched her…” I couldn’t finish the sentence. No one dared ask what would happen. I was about to leave when a guard sprinted toward me. “Alpha!” He was pale and looking agitated. He bowed and put a folded piece of paper into my hand. Lycan King. Bring money to the southern forest before sunrise tomorrow. You have eleven hours to prepare.

I moved my eyes, staring at the Lycan King from the corner of my eyes, begging him to intervene. Somehow, I felt I might be a little lucky if the Lycan King would be kind enough to take pity on me. If he wouldn't consider my outburst a threat and would just free me from this guy who seemed to have wanted me dead from the moment he laid eyes on me. "Let her go," the Lycan King cautioned, but the silver-eyed maniac still wouldn't let me go.

facing him eye to eye until I felt pain in my bite marks. I held my back and was almost bending my knees when Rozen caught me in his arms. "Hey, are you okay?" He asked, concerned. "Yeah." I lied, because the more the man looked at me the more the pain in my back killed me. "It's finally nice to meet you, Ms. Klay Rose Green." The man handed his hand to me. "I am the current lycan king."

My jaw clenches as I approach the meeting room. I see Atticus ThongClaw, the Lycan king of the Northern Capital Pack, sitting at the end of the long table, and Xander next to where I'd be sitting, which is directly opposite. "Hello, Atticus," I say as I sit down. "If it isn't the bastard Alaric himself, then who dares call me outside my own kingdom to a meeting in this...penthouse, which still resides in my own nation?" His words show sarcasm, even though, if allowed, he would rip my head off this instant.