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Chapter 36: The Summons "Your Majesty." The hall echoed with the synchronized voices of those kneeling before Alaric with their heads bowed low in reverence. Alaric's gaze swept over the gathered assembly. His piercing eyes took in the collection of mages, summoners, and mediums from across the kingdoms. But one figure in particular captured his attention—a tall, cloaked man with an air of both mystery and authority. It was Zavian, the rumored wise wizard who practiced both the light and dark arts.

Mikhail rose, his posture immaculate, eyes sweeping over the congregation. Thunderous applause erupted, filling the hall with a deafening roar. Mikhail’s expression remained stoic, but a flicker of pride crossed his features. He turned to face the crowd, voice echoing and commanding every corner of the hall. "It is now official. I, Mikhail Morozov, am the Pakhan of the Bratva's empire, and my beautiful wife beside me is my Pakhanesa, the first ever Bratva female leader in our history." The crowd’s applause swelled again, louder this time, almost like the walls themselves were cheering. Donatella smiled, radiant in a crimson gown that flowed like liquid fire, her hair styled perfectly — regal

Anastasiya Van Houten Paralyzed. That was the only word that could explain my situation at this moment. Paralyzed with fear—not just of Malcom, but of the sheer fact that I might not be able to save my body. Because behind Malcom stood one man. Not just any man. Agent Fourteen. Maxwell Richter. Before I climbed my way up the ranks in Nova Command, I endured thousands of defeats. I had been thrown off my feet so many times by masochism, cruelty, and power struggles that I knew exactly when to admit defeat.

For once, I looked him in the eyes, there was a menacing glint in those coffee coloured orbs. I exploded. "You are the cousin Demetrius talked about, you are the one who made the contract." I pointed an accusing finger at Fabio. The content look on his face made me angrier. "Who the help do you think you are making a contract on my happiness? I am not your puppet, I am a human being, a woman with self-respect and I will not allow you insensitive assholes to sign me off like some toy!" I was breathing hard at the end of my outburst. He was now staring at me with predatory eyes. "You look even sexier when you're mad." I was disgusted at the words that left Fabio's mouth, he showed no remorse,

This is a man, with a slight smile on his face, assessing me silently, listening to my ridiculous baffling. He is not just a man though. He's an Alpha. The Alpha.

I commented with a frown. “Well you see, my sugar cube and I have talked, and well...” “Wait, wait.” I laughed out loud “You call that woman you sugar cube? Rather it will be your African red ant... or Chucky’s bride or something like that.” “That’s rude, Mark. This is about my girlfriend and I love her the way she is.” “You're right.” I said, noticing his seriousness “I'm sorry...” I jumped on the chair when I noticed a hand on my right thigh and close to my dick.

The man said. “And what makes you think I am not one?” Malek said sarcastically. “Miss, I didn’t mean to be rude but I know who works in the company and who does not.” He said blankly. “Oh yes, and who are you? The boss of everyone?” Malek said as she rolled her eyes. “Hi, my name is Burak and welcome to Burak corp.” Burak said coldly as he left while Malek was shocked to the core. She didn’t know she was messing with her boss.

Tibhuvanadicca, a powerful king and scion of the exalted solar race, became king in the city called Arimaddana. 19 “May this meritorious work, performed and accumulated by me because of my attaining Supreme Enlightenment!” 20-22 Whosoever, be my son or grandson or any other relative, with evil intent and unbelieving mind should oppress those slaves, dwellers in the three villages, whom I have dedicated to the shrine and the golden image of the Great Safe, may this vile person be precluded from beholding Metteyya, the Chief of man! To summarize these lines, one can see each line means this way:

The figure takes a step forward, revealing a face twisted by hatred and a thirst for power that sends a shudder through the assembled group. “I am known as Malakai, a name that will soon strike fear into the hearts of all supernaturals,” he proclaims, his eyes gleaming with a manic glee. “The Obsidian pack is merely the first step in my path to domination. With their demise, I will rise as the supreme alpha, ruling over all who dare to defy me.”