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Chapter 1 Prologue.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

This book is dark. Imagine any possible triggers.

Sensitive readers? Sorry, this book might not be for you but note that each sexual encounter is consensual. Non-consensual ones are made to be flashbacks and zero details.

Expect triggers;violence, hardcore, MF, MMF, MM, FMF

Note: Everything in this book is fictional,A figment of the author's imagination.

>>>>PROLOGUE

"My King, the letter... it says-" Beta Derrick's voice trembled, his hands visibly shaking as he held out the paper.

He couldn't bring himself to read its contents aloud. Not to him. Not to Alpha King Edward of the East.

"What does it say, Derrick?" the King growled, snatching the letter with a snarl that echoed through the grand hall.

Alpha Edward's golden eyes narrowed, scanning the words in silence. His brow furrowed. Muscles coiled with growing tension as he read further.

His heart stilled. Then he paused. A blink.Another.

No... He read the line again. He hoped he was reading wrong.

"All Alpha-born daughters of age...or pure bloodline are to be delivered to the Capital. By order of the Grand Alpha Kaelen."

Edward's fingers curled slowly around the paper, crumpling it until his knuckles turned bone-white.

"T-They want every Alpha... to send their daughter to the Capital?" he whispered, still in disbelief..

Silence.

The kind of silence that falls just before the storm hits.

Then-he exploded.

"Over my dead body!"

His roar shook the very foundations of the Eastern Palace. Windows rattled. The torches lining the walls flickered. A dark, seething aura burst from him as his wolf surged beneath his skin, clawing for release.

"She is not some pawn to parade in front of that hungry bastard in the North!" he spat.

He turned to the guards behind him, who instantly looked away, shoulders tense.

Even so, they knew what Edward's fury could be like.

A heartbeat later, he slammed his fist into the carved oak table beside him, and splinters flew in every direction. A deep crack snaked its way across the oak table.

"My daughter is not, will never be a blood host for those beasts!" he roared.

His Alpha power pulsed outward. Beta Derrick collapsed to his knees, head bowed, his wolf submitting instinctively. Sweat beaded on his brow." P-p-p-l-e-a-s-e"

"She's not going anywhere near that damned Capital," Alpha Edward snarled, voice low and deadly. His eyes burned a fiery amber-gold, the unmistakable mark of his wolf pushing forward.

"They think because they sit on the Grand Throne, they can summon our daughters like cattle?"

He spat on the floor. "We are not their pets!"

"Your Majesty-" Derrick dared to speak, his voice barely above a whisper. "You know what they're capable of..."

The Northern pack.The ones they once called beasts though they are something even more dangerous-Cold-Blooded Iron Wolves.

They'd ruled the werewolf kingdom for centuries after overthrowing the former rulers-Nightvale. They thirst for both blood and power. And they had it ... .and, wealth, armies large enough to bring down an entire kingdom.

No Alpha challenged them, No rogue crossed their borders, No pack dared breathe too loudly in their direction.

And now they wanted his daughter.

Akira.....A pup-barely two years old.

His only girl, after six sons.The first child in a generation born with the purest Alpha blood. And they dared ask him to give her up?

Tears filled Derrick's eyes. A sorrowful growl escaped his throat. Around them, the guards bowed their heads in. It was forbidden to witness an Alpha, let alone a King in an emotional state.

"P-Please, my King..." Derrick whispered. Then looked up. He froze.

Alpha Edward's face had changed. Ash-grey, laced with crimson. Veins darkened under his skin. His wolf was rising, close to the surface. His decision was final. And it is nothing close to honouring the Grand King's request.

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