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she wondered, it had popped up in the info dump she received and the voice in the dark place had said it to her right before she first woke up here. "Regis, is an old word for king, or something. It's also connected to my phantom crest," The crest hissed at her and information found itself in her subconscious. "There are other Regis out there, I can almost feel them, and they can feel me. We're all connected… like a network."

I let out quietly, and suddenly I feel him growl deeply into my neck before he begins kissing my neck slowly, his grip tightening around my body as I feel him tense. "Mine..." He lets out with a low groan, his tone possessive as he keeps me closer to him. I press my lips together and force myself to breathe normally, but I don't manage it. I bring my hands to his chest in an attempt to push him away, but I only find myself pulling him closer. I can't believe this is happening to me right now. Cole Drakov is the Rogue King... and here he is... having me pinned against a tree as he kisses my neck and claims me as his... and the worst part is...

“This bond will not cage you. It will not weaken you. And it will never be rejected.” I swallowed. “You don’t know that.” “I do,” he said. “Because I am not a pack Alpha.” My wolf stirred, suddenly alert. “What are you, then?” I whispered. “King.” The word echoed in my mind. Not just any king. The Rogue King. The ruler of the borderlands. The one whispered about in fear and awe. The Alpha who bowed to no council and no Goddess—except one. My knees weakened. “Impossible,” I breathed.

Amelia asked. "There is a key right under the boot, it is a trigger you have to pull to activate the the hidden blade," I said. "But my hands are tied," She stared at me confused. "How will I do that?" She asked. "You have to use your fangs," I whispered. "What?" She asked surprisingly, "How will-" "That's the only way out," I interrupted as I shifted turning around the pole, I moved my leg closer to her. That way she could trigger it properly.

“I look around me tonight and see the best of the best, Kings and queens amongst shifters. Mike may hold the title of royal beta, but he stepped in as acting king twice now. And Tobias, you turned down the Alpha position of the Kodiak Kingdom to serve Mathias, the king of kings. Rhett has proven he is the king of hunters and Finn is a king in his own right. “To me, you are all kings. Knight of the chosen one or not, you are all the Queen of shifter's Kings and rightly deserve to be treated as such.” “The Queens Kings,” Kellen says. “The Queens kings,” Mike repeats followed by Hunji, Finn, Tobias, Rostam, and Crimson. “And queens!” Morgan pouts. “Yes, and queens.” I chuckle at Morgan who I kn

She slowly got to the study, and realized that the alpha had forgotten to lock the door. She heaved a sigh of relief. This was easier for her then. Since the Alpha didn't lock the door, then her entrance would be easier and things would work out smoothly. She headed to the cupboard in order to look for the kingdom's book; according to Celeste, she had told her that the palace books were just like the blue print of the entire pack. This tells of their powers. The way the soldiers fight, The kind of weapons they use, and more importantly the entrance and escape routes of the pack.

"Open it." Inside, photographs. Blueprints. A schedule. "The Rossi brothers," Viktor said. "Or should I say the wolf kings. Specifically, Alpha Kazimir. He's meeting with the allied packs next week. Border security. Trade agreements. Military positioning." He tapped the folder. "I need to know what's been discussed." I stared at him. "You want me to spy on him." "I want you to listen. Sit in the room. Keep your ears open. Report back to me."

I spent the night searching for answers. Read every book on First One Magic. Every text about the Void. Every legend about cursed bloodlines and ancient seals. Nothing. No loopholes. No alternatives. Just death. Kade found me at dawn in my father’s old study. I had not slept. Had not eaten. Just kept searching for something that did not exist. “You need to rest,” he said. “I need to save our pack.” “Not by killing yourself.” He pulled me away from the books. Made me look at him. “There has to be another way. Something Aurora is not telling us.”

And then he walked out of the room with no sense of direction at all. The princess had spent all night in the library, trying to find out what she could about the Athànatoi. Had to know the enemy, she figured. She had come across a book titled 'The Athànatoi through the times,' according to the book they had lived among mortals, the only distinction was the colour of their eyes, they were red, deep bloody red. They lived among men, did everything like they did, but they only mated with their own kind. She'd gotten to the part where the book began to talk about why the Athànatoi parted with man in the first place, but those parts were in a language she didn't understand, she stewed in her fru

I was the King's Alpha though, so only the King himself could use the Alpha command on me. I was taken aback by her bold declaration of rules, although I wasn't surprised after the list of rules we had to even enter the pack. Was she stupid enough to think the King would so openly start a war? No, he would be far more subtle about it. Maybe she thought I didn't know how to be diplomatic, even though it was my job. The three years of isolation of the pack probably clouded their knowledge of my role. They saw the King's demands to inspect the pack as a threat and were putting on a show to avoid biting off more than they could chew. I bowed deeply throwing one hand in the air. It was prob