WIth werewolves finally in control of the crown, Danar doesn't want to lose it and become slaves to the Monarchy once more. With his father dead and people in his city disappearing, he doesn't know what to do. Then he hears from the former Vampire ruler, Josiah and has to decide to trust the person who has the most power to take him down if it means he can save his people.
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The prisoner panted loudly as two of the King's Guards held the man's arms tightly behind his back.
"Let him go," Danar commanded. The guards did as they were told, though reluctantly. "Good evening, you former Highness."
The man chuckled deeply, still gazing at the floor, his hands now supporting him as he coughed. When he had finally caught his breath, the last Vampire King looked up at Danar, a twisted smile on his lips. "And to you, Highness."
Danar gave a quick wave of his hand and the guards moved slightly back, still close enough to stop an attack. Danar wasn't worried. "I never expected to see you again Josiah."
Shakily the vampire, Josiah, stood. "Nor did I expect to let you, yet here we are." Though in clear pain the former King stood tall, his full length towering the werewolf's by at least by at least a foot.
"Do you know who is taking my people?" Danar continued finally.
"They are grey as stone, faster than the vampires, stronger than the wolves, stealthier than the merfolk, and more dangerous than anything you have ever known. With one wrong scratch, they can take down an entire world. They are taking down our world."
"The fuck you are leaving me." He snapped and growled at his mate.
She was calm as she was ever be regardless of his snapping. She sighed and turned around to leave without saying something to him because it was worthless. There was no point in talking and especially to him.
He grabbed her arm before she put one step. "Where do you think you are going Ara?" He growled so loudly as everyone shuddered watching their interaction.
She quickly remove his hand as anger rolling off of her in waves. "Don't. Touch. Me. So you think I will live here and watch you mate and breed that female." She snapped at him.
"She meant nothing Ara." He said after a minute.
She laughed, literally laughed but without any humor. "That's why you were fucking her in your office just a minutes before, don't you?"
"It was a mistake." He tried to reason with her.
"But in your case mistakes happened in more than one time. And they said mistakes happened only one time." She said sarcastically.
"I don't need her. I need you." He said again desperately.
"Lies. All lies coming from your mouth. I feel disgusted just by looking at you, let alone talking to you. And you said you need me? Ha. Very funny. You don't need me and I sure as hell don't need you. This female behind your back is more enough than me. Breed her, mark her or fuck her. I DON'T FUCKING CARE."
"I am sorry. I am really fucking sorry." He said brokenly as kneeling on the ground.
A small laugh escaped from her lips. "Isn't it too late for that mate?" And she left just like that while single tear rolled down her cheeks.
He had made mistakes. Mistakes that will cost him everything. He knew he had lost her and this time completely.
She was broken. Again. He did break her, repair her just to break her again leaving a broken shattered woman but strong willed.
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The cruel, sadistic Rogue Alpha and his caring, lovable Witch mate.
Will it be too late for him to say sorry?