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"It wouldn't take you much to lead him astray, I'm sure." "I would never do that. Him and I just happened to make similar decisions," I say uneasily, trying to decipher what he means by that. I can't tell if he means it as a compliment, or if he is implying I'm the reason Tai fled from his estate, from his place as King.

,To my surprise,instead of going right into the matter at hand and addressing the rumours obviously going around about me, Hunter took his time going through other pack business first. I looked up at him,a little confused.He only gave my back a small rub,not even looking down at me.,The alpha king proceeded to go through boarder control for the next week as well as new rules he was bringing in for the pups in the pack. I began to relax a little, the more he spoke even though I was still confused.His soothing voice was quite relaxing to listen to.The others in the room seemed to think so too.Their tense shoulders relaxed and their panicked faces had melted into sated ones as they murmured and

Running as if it was nothing, every leaf I stepped into flied creating a small artificial fall. The moon was hiding behind thick clouds as stars are nowhere to be seen. Why am I even running? That is also a thing I am not sure of. A runaway bride or Luna is something I am more familiar with. That thing happened countless of times already. In my tribe, some even says it as joke. A thrill of chasing to make every mate’s bond stronger. How funny, this may be the first ever occurrence of an Alpha, running away in his own wedding.

The king’s presence was like a force of nature, powerful and unyielding, and my blood ran cold as I realized my plan had been discovered. Panic surged through me, and I bolted, pushing through the crowd with Alpha king hot on my heels. I could hear the growl of the King’s wolf form behind me, as I also shifted so I could run faster. Desperate to escape, I darted into the woods, my heart pounding in my chest. But the king was faster, relentless in his pursuit. I could feel the king closing in, his breath hot on my neck. Then, with a surge of pain, I felt the king’s claws rake across my leg, tearing through my flesh and muscle.

After that, I tried not to meet the king’s eyes, breathing deeply and telling myself to stay calm. The King studied my face for a bit, and I could tell he was sizing me up—it made my cheeks burn like crazy. “You know this could’ve been a whole lot more dangerous than taking the usual route, correct?” he asked, leaning back in his chair. “With all due respect, Your Highness, even though I’m a renegade, I know the house that took me in and the magic it holds. I’ve mastered the runes I used and knew the window in which they would work, fully aware of the risks. Given how dire things were, the runes seemed like the best option, especially since none of the guards traveling the conventional route

He had run away to escape becoming the next alpha, and the king had made sure he couldn't get away. As a retaliation when he got home, he burned the king's favorite painting which by the way was painted by his mother and oh he didn't know that. The painting was very valuable to the king. He heard the king and his father talk about it. He sneaked inside the king's palace and went to the king's secret library which he found through a connection and burned down the painting and in turn burning all the other paintings inside including some important documents and all the books inside. The first time they faced off was explosive. The king stormed inside their casa with his majestic self, his aura

He raised his claws to strike her when the king stopped him. “A coward?” The king’s voice was soft and dangerous. “That’s interesting considering you were running away to save your own life while your pack was in danger.” Esme’s face flushed at the rebuke. She wished now that she’d never listened to her father. Perhaps now, he would still be alive. The king continued. “Do you know what happens to people like that? People who abandon their pack to save their own lives?” Esme’s heart thudded in her chest.

The whole hall fell silent as my words echoed in their ears. The Alphas looked at me with rage and shock in their eyes. The Alpha king himself looked at me with an expression I couldn't understand. But I didn't wait for him to speak. No one had ever rejected a king and lived to tell the tale. So, instead, I ran. I ran without looking back. I ran to my house at the edge of the city, away from civilization, and I began to pack my things and my mother's things. It wouldn't take much time before my mother and I are found, so we had to hurry.

"Fuck your lies. Fuck your abuse. And fuck this life sucking marriage. I'd rather die than spend another day trapped with a disgusting motherfucking excuse for a husband like you.” For the first time in years, I wasn't scared of him. I was completely, irrevocably fucking done. Then I turned the doorknob and threw the door open. I didn't even stop to put on my shoes. I snatched them up and ran barefoot down the stairs as fast as my trembling legs would carry me. Kayla was still standing by the front door. The moment she saw me, her face drained of color. "Amelia... are you okay?" she asked, her voice thick with worry.

“It’s bad. Really bad. Word spread fast—everyone thinks you kidnapped Margaux and ditched the pack. The royals are involved now. They want your head, Gregor. Both of your heads.” Gregor shot to his feet so fast his chair skidded. “What?” His voice was a growl that rattled the soup bowls. “That’s a lie. The king himself—” “Yes, yes,” Zach cut in. “The king’s orders aren’t matching what’s being told at court. Somebody twisted the narrative, and now you’re both fugitives. Congratulations.” Gregor slammed his fist on the table, rattling cutlery and sending my bread rolling to the floor. “Son of a—”