The Cursed Lycan's Defiant Hidden Mate

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ut my footing remained unyielding. With every step I took acros

r own tongues. They stared down in wild disbelief as a supposedly we

thousand-year black iron!" the guard captain fin

yes locked onto the central seam wh

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terrifying explosive power, launching me forwa

pace

n, swinging the thousand-pound log forward like a

mountain air, roaring like a thunderc

l intensity. I released my grip as the massive log snapped clean in half

l hinges warped under the impossible pressure. The foot

r stone moorings, and collapsed inward, slamming flat again

ecks of wood from

s, I strolled calmly into the cour

eady drawn their broadswords, their silver-edged blades form

nder roared, lunging forward with a down

inch to the left, the whistling blade

uck like an iron wedge, slamming the base

he weapon. I caught the falling hilt mid-air, spun on my heel,

ed-pound warrior flew backward, crash

and surged forward, their silver blad

le silver whip coiled at my waist slithere

f silver lightning, wrapping around the ankles of the front three warrio

, every pivoting strike of my boots sent an armored knight cras

guards lay groaning on the ground, clutching their

t a cold, sweeping glance across the courtyard. "Is

oors of the inner

an Alpha aura spilled out into the open

knights on the ground began to tremble violently, pressing thei

ng of solid stone wheels

rom the deep shado

of ink-black hair was a pair of glowing, ice-blue w

, carved with the devastating, lethal perfection of an ancient war god. The

n us crackled like dry tinder waiting for a spark

f his chair. His voice was deep, rough, and vibrating with dark amu

ith an easy tilt of my chin, a

sea of moaning warriors at my feet. "It seems Your Roya