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Once Prince Alexander and Luna Vera had fallen sunken into their deathless deaths, the rancor dagger laid in its place sedated.

Vera's lips were strained colorless meanwhile, the broken end of the blade she had used to slash herself vibrated inside of her chest. The pain was reverberating throughout her whole being, but the remnants of her soul, had not begun to cease into lifelessness yet. The fragility of the queen, still rested while her irises began to weep a calamity aside her lover. Vera thought the dagger seeped, burying itself deeper into her core but the cutlass had only missed its intended designation—by an inch.

That's when everything around the alpha pair began to shutter into complete havoc. The atmosphere drained the poisonous air around them, shafting into mayhem.

The doors to the dungeon had flown open, vibrating on its hinges, when soldiers and more soldiers covered in tattoos, barged inside of the tunneled chambers. These tattoo covered men immediately started shifting into their oily ratchet beasts, their wolves the color of midnight. Their furry coats matched the arrays of the outside cavern, which allowed a cool strain to race inside of the empty.

Alexander was dead, and his pack was being attacked by an enemy's. His lips would tremor in absolute fury and dismay. Vera is only grateful he wouldn't be alive to witness the crumble of everything he has ever worked for.

Vera blinked wildly while blood still spilled loosely from her mouth as she saw Alexander's pack being slaughtered. The first she had caught sight of was Paxton, him being ripped apart limb form limb by four large wolves. The wolves ate his intestines, as his screams infiltrated Vera's ears. She began to softly cry, wishing the dagger hadn't missed her heart so that her end could have been swift and easy. She didn't want to have to witness this. Everyone she has ever known being killed, more screams infiltrated her ears.

Hector, who was already injured and down on the ground, was bitten to pieces as another wolf sliced out his neck. They had torn off his legs with a precision so unfathomable.

Vera decided to close her eyes, death would inevitably claim her shortly. More cries shook the ground where she laid her head aside her mate, Alexander.

Vera heard the sound of approaching feet, until they stopped right beside her head. She blinked her eyes open, feeling the sensation of someone removing the dagger from her chest, but instead of awaiting relief, she forces their hand back— realigning the dagger where it was once penetrated just above her abdomen. Lionel looked from above her, with glassy tears in his dismissive sense. He fell to the ground on the opposite side of her from Alexander.

He only looked at her miraculously.

Vera couldn't help but notice, Lionel had always been angry,  she could tell by the frown lines flinching aside every tear and bundle of grief that seeped from his irises, but this male has never been tired. Pain was an attractive entity alone which she knew well all too vigorously, and yet it made him all the more... charismatic. That's when she realized she had predicted all of this.

She had predicted all of this would happen anyways. Since the beginning she had saw this coming. Vera Lee had chosen their fates. She saw who lived. She had perched her arms across who died.

She saw, in her dreams.
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It shouldn't have gone this way, is all Vera Lee can think about while she imagine his eyelids fluttering shut until it numbly dissolves underneath cloudy misery that mingled between his and Vera's own. Sniffling, Vera wipes them cleanly from his face as She held him lightly against her bare chest.

She couldn't break her gaze away from the sight as her insides flourished in between unconcealed exasperation. Vera fisted the shirt that splayed torn across Lionel's torso. "I wish to die here Lionel. That's all I have ever wanted." She blinks the tears away, as her hand played with Alexander's foul fingers

Vera thought it herself, there was no world that existed where Alexander died and she hadn't. Alexander was immortal, royalty in all his finest. He was suppose to be her never ending wave of raw intimacy, love, and passion. A true King.

Over coated in destiny.

Why had the flames burned out so quickly? Where had my love run out...

Long Live The King

Lionel had only nodded, sniffling before arousing to his feet once again. His brother, Adonis, had succeeded in penetrating Alexander's pack walls. He had found the perfect vulnerable moment to seize Alexander's pack. He took his time when the moment was right, to slaughter everyone and to claim the women of Alexander's pack.

Adonis watched from the corner of the room as Alexander's people died, tormented and killed without mercy and Adonis didn't even have to lift a finger. He carried the head of his biggest accessory to this all, his secret accomplice, who Adonis had killed just for the fun of it. He carried a severed head in between his arms as a ghostly smirk charmed his pink lips. Adonis uses his opposite hand, covered in blood, to tussle his dead accomplice's dirty blonde hair. Their green eyes were swimming in detest and greed.

He throws Heidi's head across the room in a ball of burning yellow and white hell fire. He watches as his sister's head burn, melting into mush without the glitter of remorse or guilt. He had won this time.

Weeks ago Adonis had killed his father, staking his declaration on the whole kingdom. Unbeknownst to this, Adonis still had not been satisfied. He had the thrown, the abundance.
Nevertheless, He still was missing one last material, the final puzzle piece to his entire end game and it was her... his mate. Adonis had needed a Luna.

Vera watched Adonis with discernment, he waves at her before deciding to close in on her and Lionel. He approached the two masses, stepping over dead bodies, he drowned out all noise s he focused on his prize.

Adonis and Lionel were the wicked twins, which meant Lionel was always going to be kept alive. Neither of them could live nor survive without the other. Their souls were an equilibrium which needed to exist. A threshold between the unloving and the gravely damned. They were more than blood relatives, they were two parts of the same coinage. The same way as they lived together, they would share the same fate as they shared a single mate. Vera was intended for a higher purpose than Alexander.

She was intended for them, in this lifetime. If only she had not chosen Alexander.

Vera looks up toward Lionel with mercy in her soft brown optics. "Please don't let him take me Lionel," Vera fist the pants on his leg. She looked over toward Alexander who even in death remained fluently stiffen and solid. "You have to do it, you have to kill me!" Vera pleas.

Lionel doesn't hesitate this time, and he knew Adonis would want to keep her alive, just so he could use and impregnate her with his seed. So he did what any other decent man and mate would do for the woman he loved. In a weaker moment, she had shown him mercy. Lionel had to follow suit, and return the favor.

He takes the dagger made from the clock pieces, the only known item that could kill a royal lycan and uses it as a stake, driving it through her haven, her heart. Not missing this time like Vera had.

Lionel  and Adonis finally began to exit the ruined torture chambers and set the whole place on fire, as they walk side by side in the wood. In search of another palace for their conjoined packs, and possibly even another woman.

Destined to be their mate.

Another female would soon be born, it was only a matter of time. After all, a new mate was predestined every few years.

They just had to wait.

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