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I shivered, when all three of my wolve soon to be kings growled. Selena said remarkable but what if she actually meant terrible? Were the Wolve Winners more wicked than even the wickedest wolve, and without even knowing it, could I be destined to become the most wicked who’d ever lived?

“ Doesn’t look like he’s gonna listen to us. Hate to say it but I think I found out where I got my stubbornness from. “ “ You fiflthy bastard. You don’t deserve to be my offspring. Now that I have this power, I’ll be the only folklore to command these medillions . “ The king contuned to spee nonsense as he released ferocious waves of energy that began to tare apart the castle around him. “I can use the medillion against but have to get closer. Said the queen. ‘Are you crazy? You can barely move.” ‘The savage king launched a cluster of debris at his targets whit they discussed their option so.

A dangerous person that must not become King again. “My intentions as a king when I first wore the crown was good but, my intentions changed when I gave my crown to him just to follow the stupid prophecy. I’m good with having you as a wife, you’re cute and I would love to hear your screams every night, see you drenched in your own pools of blood. It would be great, wouldn’t it?” His psychotic smile never left his face.

She didn't want to be exposed like this, not in front of someone that despised her. "My Mate, and your Queen." He snarled at her. An aura of power radiated off of him, his essence making Chelsea tremble before him. Was this the power of the Werewolf King? "Get out." He growled down at her. She fumbled to regain her composure as she fled with her tail between her legs, slamming the door behind her.

Victoria states feeling annoyed by the king's reply. Alexander stands up from the chair and stands in front of Victoria. He looks at Victoria's face with cold eyes and says" Victoria you are right that I am the king and I had powers to stop them. But you should also know that human beings have the thirst for power and wealth. So they can go to any extent to gain power and wealth. yes, you are right I could have saved all the slave who was sold in the market like a sack of rice but my motive is to destroy the roots of evil not to cut a small branch. This is politics Victoria we don't know how many evil and bad people are with me or with you".

Henry says, Archie nods before turning around and walks out of the auditorium. Henry clears his throat before leaning forward closer to the microphone, "It seems as though someone has been spreading rumours about my girlfriend. Let me remind you that I am the King of Crawford, my father may have tolerated it but I certainly won't allow people to disrespect me and my kingdom by making unsubstantiated proof, understood?" "But your highness – "Understood!" he says loudly. Mr Williams jumps and nods, "Yes, your royal highness." "Now, everybody leaves, we will continue this meeting at a later stage," he says and he sits back into his chair.

I knew she'd have the typical pitying expression, and I wasn't prepared to be pitied. Maybe I deserve everything that is happening to me, maybe I deserve to be treated this way, and if that means dying for peace, so be it. "Your Majesty," she said, and I laughed. Who ties up a majesty like a rogue wolf? "The king demands that you eat something this night," she said when I refused to turn around. That made me sit up straight. "Why doesn't this king come and make me eat then?" I yelled angrily. How dare he order me to eat when he's the reason I'm chained up here?

"You hold the key to a destiny yet unwritten, Queen Daliah. Whether it blooms into spring or withers in the impending autumn, the threads of fate are in your hands." The man paused, letting the words hang in the stillness of the dungeon. His eyes, luminous in the half-light, seemed to pierce not only the darkness of the cell but also the depths of the story he was unraveling. "Once upon a time, there was a king, mighty and powerful. Everything he touched automatically became his. One day, he fell in love with a witch." His visage was a gruesome display, marred by the relentless passage of time and dark magic. Pale and leathery skin clung tightly to the contours of his skull, and his eyes gle

asked one of the old women, who stood up and walked toward me with a snap of her fingers. "The king is a powerful man, and everyone believes that he is the only one who can protect them from what lurks in the dark world. What do you think will happen when they find out that the king is just a hybrid who doesn't even deserve the Lycan throne?" Damn, when I heard the old woman say that, my eyes widened. It's true, if the kingdom found out that the supposedly invincible being who occupied that throne wasn't as powerful as they said, it could spell disaster.

I folded my arms, trying to steady myself, heart hammering as his eyes flicked toward me just as the guard stepped back. “Ma’am, let’s go. The boss has arrived,” the guard said, calm but firm. My knees trembled as I lifted my gaze. “Who… who is he? Is he…?” I whispered, dread coiling tight in my chest, when suddenly his height felt strangely familiar. “Yes, ma’am. Mr. Evan Grant, our king,” the guard replied. WHAT! This is the evil I’ve been defying? Slowly, I turned toward the car he had stepped out of, the same black shade and model that had vanished into the darkness that night.