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This is definitely the most correct decision you have ever made. "Are you all crazy?" My father whispered angrily, "Do you think the Prince of Lyon will give up his partner?" Leon Logan is the one cursed by the witch, and only a mate can save him! Wherever we hid, the Prince of Lyons would send after us. Even the entire Moore family would be implicated! I ask you two women to think carefully about the consequences before deciding!"

Maverick scoffed at her question. Mya rolled her eyes at him. "Calm down, Maverick. She's not the cause of your bitterness." With a sweet smile plastered on her face, she turned back to Cinnia. "Denzel is our Lycan King. The blood demons are the ones to be terrified at what he'll do to them." Cinnia's tense shoulders relaxed and she breathed out a sigh. "Are you happy, Cinnia Ramilek?" Maverick asked, his stare boring into her soul through the rearview mirror.

Like looking into a void. My blood ran cold. If the Lycan King's wolf couldn't recognize his own mate, then what were we actually dealing with? "So it seems we are dealing with something out of our control," I whispered to the empty, shadowed corners of the study. "Something the werewolf world has never seen before."

My grip tightens around the glass, and I barely notice the crack that forms under the pressure. “I’m going to kill him,” I say, my voice cold and final. But as the words leave my mouth, I know the truth—killing him isn’t an option. Not yet. The eastern territory belongs to my twin brother, the other Lycan King. After our mother died and the balance between us shattered, we divided the land into two empires: west and east. Each of us rules our domain without interference. For now. Ben shifts uncomfortably. “I know you want to, Silas. But the real question is—what does he want with your mate?” His sharp eyes narrow, already working through possible answers.

And for the first time, The Lycan King fell apart. My own mate, dead.

"Hmmm... the queen of Blackwood... whose dreams are... grandiose. W-what's the truth... behind the... fall of lesser alphas in Red Fang... terri... territory." My spine went cold. "What?" I snapped. "Stop playing around." "I'm not. I'm reading the best I can," Kyle argued. "What kind of paper would write shit like that?" I said, yanking the newspaper from his hands. And there it was. 'The lycan king—was he really the only heir? The unstable relationship between the Duke of Blackfoot and the monarchy.' What? 'The lycan king through the eyes of his many women.' What women?

Liam stood tall, his eyes ablaze with determination, as he summoned his most trusted men to accompany him on the search for Liliana. The time for uncertainty was over; he would not rest until he found his missing mate. The palace gates swung open, revealing the imposing figure of the Lycan King and his loyal warriors, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Then, without warning, he stepped closer. “I am a Lycan King,” Maddox said, his voice deep and resonant, eyes never leaving mine. His face hovered mere inches from mine. “And I wouldn’t like my queen using words like that,” he whispered, his breath brushing my lips, setting every nerve in my body alight. “Your Queen?” I echoed, dazed. “The one who almost drove you to the brink of death?” I asked and my words burned me again. He only smiled and pulled me closer to him “No one can kill me… except my mate,” he said, voice husky, eyes burning. “You are the only one who can touch me, the only one who could make me beg for death.”

I'll ensure I will never forget that name because once I'm out of here, he is the first one I will kill. "Today is the 13th birthday of our little Lycan, and today onward, she will sense her mate. That's why I invited all the unmated males from the different packs here to see if one of you is her mate, and once you are, you will lead our race. I don't want to bow to those bloodsuckers, so we create our royalty." I heard cheering, and I'm praying no one of these werewolves is my mate. "Okay, one by one, come up here and touch her hand to see if you can feel the mate bond." A minute later, I feel someone touch my hand, and I am relieved that I don't feel the spark that Mom and Dad told me once

He takes a sip of his drink and nods, "Exactly what it means, sweetheart. You are getting married to King Ronan Obsborn." "I'm not marrying some lycan king. Dad, I didn't even know that lycans existed until last week!" I shout. I found out last week that we shared this kingdom with a group of shifters called lycans. Like, literally, humans who shift into beasts, lycans. The humans and lycans want the war to end, and to do so, they must form a political alliance through marriage. That's where I come in. My father is the human leader, and Ronan is the lycan king.