Why Wasn't Scar King Novels & Stories

"You know, back when I was in the red moon pack before the unfortunate incident that took place, your image was being circulated in our pack. There was a tea house where the pack members gathered to drink tea. There was a storyteller who'd tell us many things about the alpha king and the capital. He told us about two cousins," She stopped to catch her breath. "I've always been infatuated with learning about the ways of life of the people living in the Australian kingdom, and when I heard that the alpha king has no heir but had named two of his cousins as heir apparent to the throne. I became more addicted to learning about the cousins."

“I think he believed he needed to write in a super-secret code he'd created. So far, we haven't found anything with a meritorious value.” “Grey won't be pleased to hear it,” she muttered. “Gaspare Valentino might quickly become a threat. We need anything we can use against him.” My brows rose. “You think he'll come after Grey?” She huffed out a laugh. “Of course he will. If you want to sit on the throne, you need to kill the king. He doesn't need to conquer the whole of New York. He only needs to defeat Grey, and everyone will bow to him.”

"I've spent two years scheduling your life, Julian. I’ve seen your tax returns. I’ve seen your charity donations. None of it... none of it matches this." ​Julian let out a dark, mirthless chuckle. He stepped back just an inch, enough for the moonlight to catch the jagged scar running along his jawline—a mark his expensive concealer usually hid with surgical precision. "You saw the man the world wants me to be. The man who plays by the rules because he owns the people who write them. But this?" He gestured with a tattooed hand toward the distant roar of the motorcycles still idling in the yard. "This is the man who makes sure the rules don't apply to him."

I called Nora my housekeeper and asked her to bring 2 cups of coffee for us both. The file is about Giovanni's. Their eldest son probably is dead or he ran away because he was too pussy to take the Giovanni crown. And now his cousin Dante V Giovanni is taking his place at the top. "Dante? He is a sick fuck!" There is something wrong with this family's brain. Of all the people they can make their king they choose Dante that fucker has no limits. In our business, business is kept separated from families but that sick fuck doesn't understand shit.

I shrug, keeping my tone casual as though this explanation were obvious. “That doesn’t make any sense,” Dom says, frowning. “He was all set to come,” I add, meeting his gaze steadily. “The King didn’t see a reason to rescind the invitation just because his father died.” It’s not entirely untrue. The King had been more than happy to support Sam’s inclusion. The way Logan grunts and heads off to get food tells me he’s accepted it, even if he doesn’t like it. The others exchange glances before following Logan. None of them come back to our table, and I release a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding.

He continued and slowly turned to face me. His hands were clasped behind him, his right foot tapping on the floor slowly. "You're now ugly," He added and shook his head, taking a step back. "Since we're not fated, let's end whatever it is we have here." "What? What!" Giovanni stepped back, as if staying close or looking at me for a long time disgusted him. "You don't have a Wolf. Scarred face." He smiled coldly and shook his head. "Why would I choose you now?"

Now he's rolling his eyes. "Photographer Cyrus changed Henry Jackie's luck!" Claude was startled. "So he must be famous, right? Our company really invested all its capital in investing in Simon." "I don't have any ideals about that." Aaron shrugged. "He helped Henry Jackie get up and down. You know, we all have to participate when we have parties. He's been disappeared for years. Besides, after Henry Jackie became famous, he doesn't seem to specialize in photography anymore, so the price shouldn't be that expensive."

“His core is collapsing!” “We don’t have a healer, Zarek!” I shouted back, my voice already hoarse from screaming. “We have no chance. He did this on purpose. No one knows he escaped and used his ultimate power to come here. I only found him through telepathy. He heard his son calling him, calling him Papa, so I rushed here and followed his trail. I wanted to become the best because his former right-hand man betrayed him for gold! Don’t leave me, my Alpha King!”

“They are not his men. They are the Alpha King’s men. As are all soldiers of King Pack.” “I do not mean to offend, I was only stating what I have seen. I have been here for a while now and I have not seen the King out working with these men or your son, Lucas. Is that not part of being an Alpha, to lead your soldiers?” Scarlet’s eyes narrowed at the mention of her son and the lack of leadership with King Pack. However, the nobles in the circle no longer held expressions of boredom. Instead, they were pretty amused with the verbal sparring match between Scarlet and I.

"The debt is too high, Elara. The Northern King... he doesn't take 'no' for an answer. If I don't give him what he wants, he will burn this pack house to the ground with everyone inside it." The Northern King. Alpha Silas. They called him the Scarred King, a man who ruled with a fist of iron and a heart of ice. Stories of his cruelty were told in whispers around campfires. They said his face was a map of the wars he had won, and his soul was even darker than the night. "So you're selling me?" I asked, the realization hitting me like a physical blow to the chest. "Your only daughter? I’m just a... a payment to you?"