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Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King Do not…run away from me… ever again!
Rowena’s POV“I want to speak to your human. Please bring him back,” I said to the big hairy wolf that laid on me. He scratched his neck and huffed. In the next moment, he started to shift back to his human form. Oh fuck, I didn’t count that he will be naked when he shifts back to his human. I felt every tout muscle of his robust body pressing against mine. Oh, fuck, what now? I haven’t thought this through well. I see that shifting to Lycan actually helped his healing process, as many of his wounds that were covered by dressings before were now almost healed. His bruising faded even more just because of these few seconds he spent in his Lycan form. Well, it is true what they say about Lycan healing, then. It is way faster than human healing. Very impressive. It looks like all he needed was Alpha’s command to regain his consciousness and to shift back to his Lycan form to heal faster. However, I had no time to dwell on the magic and mystery of Lycan’s healing. My mate was lying on to
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Kandreah’s POV “Well, Erzelus, it sounds like you need a new Beta. Or change of the laws for your kind.” I said with a smirk as we went out of our tent after our meeting, just to hear his Beta growling while fucking his little witch-mate in the tent nearby. I was taking a mick with our favourite Lycan king. Just to see if he is as short-tempered as his human counterpart. I mean, he is a wolf and crap, so he surely is ill-tempered. What I don’t know is whether the mating between the witch and wolf would push his buttons the same way as it pushed Malleteagan’s. Not to mention that we are talking about Wengarthrian witch in here. “I would better watch my own soldiers if I were you, Kandreah. I will worry for wolves. You worry for faes and make sure they don’t lose their junk on the way to battle.” Erzelus said just as Marleeken went out of one of the other tents. Tyler ran after her. She turned around, slapped and then kneed the poor bloke in the groin. Ouch! I made a grimace, empathis
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Erzelus’s POV“Ok, bat boy, let us try it that way then,” I sighed before I allowed my nails to morph into claws. I cut each palm of my hand with my talons, and my ichor started to trickle from my hands. I am not sure how long will I bleed, though, given that Lycans have fast-healing ability, not to mention the speed with which we celestials heal. Kandreah turned away, and I saw that he was looking at his warriors, probably compelling them to resist my blood. I pressed the bloodied palm of my left hand on the handprint engraving on the left side of the iron-wrought doors. As my ichor dripped into the handprint, a heartbeat could be heard, ringing from the doors, mixed with swooshing and sizzling sounds, followed by the dust of black smoke. As it filled the engraving, I felt my energy receding, and agonising pain wracked through every pore of my body. The same thing happened when I pressed my right hand on the handprint engraving on the right-hand side and at the moment when my blood
Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King Like a new nail in my coffin
Erzelus POV I woke up feeling fucking groggy and sick. I hope dwarves haven’t tricked me again to drink that shitty Darhana again—little plonkers. I cannot peel my eyes open. My eyelids feel like they weigh a ton. A phantom sting of injection with some sedative which is still evaporating from my veins burns almost as sticking your wick in a flap of a bitch with claps. And sadly, I know how much that burns because fucking Malleteagan was always a man whore, so he had his fair share of a variety of slags on his dick. The guy was clearly unfazed by what he fucks, as long he emptied his sack somewhere; he was like a little pig: he’d take whatever swill you put in front of him, well, at least when it came to choice of women. And to say that this was also something that annoyed me to my wits end for centuries is an understatement. But he would again take over the control over our body and would shag everything that comes under his balls, and I had no say in that. He knew he would heal imm
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Thersar’s POV When we reached the Macabantrah castle, no one could deny that it looked like a vast complex. Still, when Erzelus managed to open the gate of Macabantrah Castle with his blood, the magnitude of its interior appalled me. As soon as Erzelus vanished, a surge of troops of respawn demons flooded out of the castle, obscuring me from seeing more of the insides of the fortress. Kandreah was just about to unsheathe his Morningstar chthonic mace and lead the attack with vampiric Faes when tendrils of black magic mixed with zaps of amethyst electric currents rippled, nested and wrapped around him, tugging him into the castle, scattering all the warriors ahead of its way. He roared as he tried to resist and thrashed against the force which was suffocating and dragging him in, but he was soon pulled in by a mighty yank, which ended this tug-war. He was sucked in with full speed and strength to the insides of the castle. He was still fighting, roaring and resisting the pull when he
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