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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.

“I have a task for you, a special kind of task.” “I’m up for it.” “There’s a book. A fantasy book,” he added so she could be more interested in it. “It has dragons. Villains. Princess in distress.” Ivana let out a short laugh. “Already sounds great.” “Yes? But the problem is, no one knows about the book yet. It’s a great book, and it will be wonderful as a movie,” Calvin said in a soft voice. Ivana frowned, her head bobbing slowly like she was finally seeing where he was going with this. “You catch my drift?”

My body was already heavily injured, yet he showed no intention of letting go. I forced a weak smile. "So, my savior… what do you want from this broken body of mine? Did you bring me back just to torment me?" "What if that's exactly what I intend to do?" I paled, unable to maintain my smile any longer. This man, hot-tempered in his youth, still had not changed after all these years. "Your Majesty, please let me go." "You're aware that I am the king, yet you still refuse to obey me. What's so great about the world outside that makes you so desperate to escape? Life away from me doesn't seem to have been easy for you."

It seemed like the sound of my pursuit was gaining ground. I had no idea how long I had run for. Long enough where I lost track of time. Long enough where my legs felt as if they were going to collapse around me. But there was no stopping. No thinking. Only survive. “Run.” The command from the King had burned into my mind as if someone had branded it in my brain. I was running because he had commanded me to. The air got colder and the trees got thicker. I could feel him coming. I could almost taste him.

Without hesitation, I hopped into his car. I need her now. I'm thankful for having her. "Sorry if I'm late for your wedding. But I'm thankful because I wouldn't gain anything if I were on time since you're apparently a runaway bride. Haha, my tardiness still worked out perfectly because I saw you running like a fool in a wedding gown. Haha. You still look beautiful even as a runaway bride," he rambled on, thoroughly amused by my actions. I responded with a grateful smile.

Some even smirked. My claws slipped out on instinct and their smirks vanished. I thought about Jessica and clenched my fist tightly. I turned to Ronald. “Secure these prisoners. No one moves until my return.” “Yes, my king!” The men echoed. I didn’t wait for more and I didn’t explain either, I began to run and then shifted halfway, bolting towards the packhouse. The trees blurred as I ran, branches whipped against my arms and my lungs burned but I didn’t relent, until I realised that I was becoming weak. I tried to increase my pace, but saw myself slowing down.

I sat beside his bed for a long moment, brushing my fingers along the blanket, feeling the weight of four years settle around me like snow on rooftops. Four years of hiding. Four years of searching for peace. Four years of pretending I didn't dream of a man with cold fire in his veins. I had escaped him. But I had never escaped what he left inside me. ------ Meanwhile, far away, in a world built from marble, gunpower, and blood- Lucian Drakov had become somehting else entirely. A king without mercy. A ruler without warmth. A storm sharpened by grief. He doesn't sleep. He doesn't drink.

Although he knows very well, Lilian will be more than happy if he dies in this battle or maybe she won’t as she is the kindest girl he has ever seen. Evan smiled sweetly but as he was already drenched in blood, he was looking like a devil who descended on earth from hell. He has already killed at least one hundred men and all of them are elites of the Vordamorte family. All he has to do now is to catch the king and checkmate the game. So, speeded up knowing their king must be somewhere near as he wanted to catch Yevete and end this cat mouse chase once and for all. He doesn’t want to be disturbed when he finally has the courage to be a bad guy to her.

There is nothing more than I can ask for than a good pack for my daughter. “What pack is it?” I then realized that I was so excited that I didn’t even ask him about the pack. “The Alpha King Silas Charming’s pack,” the name when escaped his lips. My heart sank in my chest, “The Reckless Growlers Pack,” He added.

." After he left, I remained in the warehouse for a while longer, thinking through the plan. It was risky, accelerating things this way, but the missing documents had forced my hand. Better to act now, while I still controlled the narrative, than wait for whoever had stolen those papers to make their move. As I walked back to my car, my phone buzzed with a text from my beta: "Council wants to know when you can reschedule." I smiled as I typed my response: "Tell them the king will see them tomorrow. Family crisis averted." By this time tomorrow, my plans would be in motion. By next week, both Damon and Jonathan would be facing exile or worse. And their packs—their territories, their resources