THE RUTHLESS ALPHA KING.
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Lucien Darius Vorn had killed his first enemy at nineteen.
By twenty-two, he had conquered three territories.
By twenty-five, every Alpha in the northern kingdoms knew better than to challenge him.
At twenty-seven, he became Alpha King.
And on the night of his coronation, six powerful bloodlines united against him.
They lost.
Lucien stood alone in the center of the battlefield, blood dripping from his knuckles.
Hundreds of wolves surrounded him.
None moved.
None dared.
His black shirt was torn at the shoulder. His dark hair was damp with rain and blood. His breathing was steady.
Across from him, the last surviving Alpha dropped to his knees.
"You can't defeat all of us."
Lucien tilted his head.
"Apparently, I can."
The Alpha snarled.
"You are one wolf."
Lucien smiled.
It wasn't a pleasant smile.
It was the kind that made seasoned warriors step backward.
"Then you should have brought more."
The Alpha lunged.
Lucien moved faster.
One moment the man was standing.
The next, he was on the ground with Lucien's hand around his throat.
The gathered wolves watched in silence.
Lucien leaned closer.
"You challenged my throne."
The Alpha struggled.
Lucien's eyes began turning gold.
"You lost."
He released him.
The man collapsed.
Lucien turned away.
"Take him."
His guards immediately obeyed.
No one questioned him.
No one ever did.
Lucien Darius Vorn was not simply powerful.
He was terrifying.
His wolf was larger than any ordinary Alpha wolf, with black fur and molten gold eyes.
Ancient bloodlines had tried to understand his strength.
They couldn't.
Some said his power came from the Moon Goddess.
Others believed his bloodline had evolved beyond the ancient wolves.
Lucien didn't care.
Power was power.
And he had enough of it to make kingdoms kneel.
He entered the palace after midnight.
Kael, his Beta, followed.
"You should rest."
"I'm fine."
"You've been fighting for six hours."
Lucien removed his gloves.
"I said I'm fine."
Kael sighed.
"One day, someone will convince you that being king doesn't mean you have to carry the entire world on your back."
Lucien glanced at him.
"No one will."
Then he stopped.
His wolf lifted its head.
Lucien froze.
Kael noticed immediately.
"What?"
Lucien didn't answer.
A scent had entered the air.
Soft.
Sweet.
Impossible.
His wolf surged.
Mate.
Lucien's blood turned cold.
"No."
Kael stared at him.
"Lucien?"
The Alpha King turned toward the palace gardens.
His wolf growled again.
Mate.
And for the first time since becoming king, Lucien Darius Vorn looked afraid.
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