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There were curses all over the table. Lucas threw something across the room. He hated the royals. When he was younger there was another God of war who was around the same age as him. His name was Aries. It was obvious he was a royal but Lucas tried to take his place because he was The God of war to but Arthur The God of dreams and sleep shut it down fast. Lucas was embarrassed and belittled by the royals in front of everyone. When Aries came from the fake task Lucas sent him on it got worse. He could never get over that moment.

I noted. ​"He did," Marcus confirmed. "He plays the ruthless mercenary, but he takes care of the men who bleed for him. It's a rare trait in a Warlord." ​Because she's not a Warlord, I thought, the phantom thread in my chest pulling taut. She's an Omega who knows what it feels like to be abandoned by her pack. ​"General Vesh!" I called out, my voice carrying over the clash of shields. ​The Warlord paused, turning the terrifying visor toward me. The entire yard fell silent. Two hundred Blackwood wolves and five hundred Legionnaires snapped to attention, waiting to see if their Alpha and their General were about to tear each other apart.

"Warlord David, your assistant is plenty arrogant! His wildland boyfriend carries the exact same trash energy! That boy thinks his country skin is so high and mighty; his mouth even name-dropped your supreme title, Warlord David, just to steal the rare blue tunic my pouch was keen on buying and force my noble body out of the shop! Your law must never allow such low-blood vermin to continue working alongside your high throne!" For some strange reason, Yvette suddenly feels as if her words have gathered some vicious, bloodthirsty gazes from the shadows. She instinctively looks up toward the hearth. It turns out that Harvey and David are glaring directly at her face with pure, murderous malice

Someone sang off-key near the barrels. I wove through the crowd, looking for Harrison. Instead, I caught scraps of conversation from a group of warriors. "—took down three rogues before the rest of us even shifted." "The new strongest female warrior. I'm telling you, she's something else." I slowed my steps. The strongest female warrior had always been Valeria — Alpha of the Crimson Fang Pack. They called her The Selene-Blade. People said the Moon Goddess herself had blessed her, and she fought in a terrifying mask — all you could see were her red eyes, glowing. No one had ever beaten her.

The rogue lord stood at the far end, his expression dark and menacing as he watched them approach. "You're too late," the rogue lord growled, his voice filled with malice. "I've already won." Avery stepped forward, her gaze locked on the rogue lord with unwavering resolve. "Not yet," she said firmly. "This ends now." With a fierce battle cry, the pack warriors launched their attack, their movements swift and coordinated as they engaged the rogue lord and his remaining forces. Swords clashed, claws slashed, and teeth gnashed in a chaotic melee that echoed through the chamber.

Andres… The bond snapped taut, vibrating, filling me with a heat that drowned the shadows. The Collector stiffened as if he felt it too. His helm tilted toward the cavern’s jagged entrance. “Ah… so the Lycan dares to trespass. Foolish.” I smiled, though blood dripped down my lip. “Not foolish. He’s mine.” And then—The cavern split with a thunderous growl, deeper than stone, older than the earth. A massive Lycan form burst into the chamber, fur gleaming dark and gold, eyes burning like molten suns. His roar shattered the air, rattled the Collector’s armour, and for the first time—I saw the War lord the legend always talked about.

Where have I heard that name from? It suddenly clicked to me. There is the story of a brave and young warrior and werewolf that was told in our Luna school. The first female celebrated war hero in the Moon Pack kingdom. She led the war against the Snow Pack and helped secure a victory against our rival pack. Her and the new Alpha King Zemo who was still a young prince at that time were the leaders of the army and they lead it to victory. This was the victory that sealed the King's throne as the new Alpha King. History was not so clear as to what happened to the brave and courageous Althea. It seemed that she was killed in battle or banished, but it never really occured to us to ask what happ

Mercilessly, with the sword in his left hand he slashed at the blonde's head and with the sword in his right hand he slashed at the bald man's head. The two of them died instantly on the spot. Riley shook even more in fear but Brockley immediately hugged her back. “I told you, I will definitely win against them. Those two heads were the start of my big dream. There will still be many more heads that I have to remove from their bodies. Riley, aren't you the teacher who taught me how to be a warlord?”

said Javiar. -------- Eloy shed his outer robes. He was bare chested except for his wedding ornament laying across his chest. He looked at Adharva and extended his hand. "Your scarf, highness," said Eloy. Adharva moved the silk cloth from his robe and extended it to Eloy who meticulously wrapped it around the chain and then turned. He looked at the warriors. There were seven waiting in a line. There seemed to be an order. Eloy took his sword and the first warrior bowed before him. What followed was a terrific battle and the only time, Eloy showed any weakness was when the fourth warrior managed to slash his sword across Eloy's arm. However, after a minor stumble, Eloy had outsmarted him and

"Did you really think a fat, dying human could ever truly be my Luna?”, the words I never expected from Jacob, my bond mate came out with no remorse I gave that man everything. My body. My loyalty. My son. My Health. And when his fated mate walked in, he chose her — then watched Lucy kill my child before he finished what she started. I died hating them both. I woke up as someone else. My name was Rachel Black. Now I'm wearing Danielle Carmen's face, sleeping in her bed, married to a man who never wanted me — Jackson, obligated to me by a mother who's been pulling his strings since birth. I don't remember Danielle's life. But I remember someone tried to end it before I got here. So I'll u