How Does Lord Of Misrule End?

The Banished Alpha Heir x The Hybrid Vampire Princess Mate! Lucas cackled, high and insane in his mind. Our mate!! Daphne shrieked as the wolf leaped at her and tackled her to the ground. She stared up at the wolf looming over her, frozen in terror. She hissed at the pain in her neck as he removed its paw from her throat and stepped back just a bit. He growled, low and almost tender, “Mate.” Oh goddess, he was looking for his mate? He was going to kill her. “P-Please don’t k-kill me…” She pleaded, “P-Please, I…” The wolf flinched and trembled, “No. No. I wouldn’t-- Never-- I’m sorry…”

My father died and left me with more than grief. He left me with a debt. A debt owed to Malik St. James, the most feared man in Atlanta. Ruthless. Powerful. Untouchable. I thought he came to collect money. Instead, he came for me. One minute, I was trying to rebuild my life after my father’s death. The next, I was trapped in a world of power, violence, and dangerous secrets where one wrong move could get me killed. Malik St. James rules Atlanta with fear. Everyone calls him King. He doesn’t forgive, he doesn’t forget, and he always collects what’s owed. But the closer I get to him, the more I realize my father wasn’t the man I thought he was. Someone wants me dead. Someone is hiding the truth. And Malik may be the only man powerful enough to keep me alive. In a city built on loyalty, betrayal is everywhere. As old secrets surface and enemies close in, the line between hate and desire begins to blur. I was never supposed to belong to Malik St. James. And he was never supposed to fall for me. But every king eventually finds his weakness. And I might just be his. “You belong to me, Zariah.” “I don’t belong to anyone.” His dark eyes locked onto mine. “We’ll see about that.”

“I do not want to stay here! Tell that to your lord!” She yelled at him. “He will take me back to Dragonsbane right now or I will bring this whole castle down!”---- Once every six hundred years, a ruling descendant of Axeris must offer up a pure breed daughter of Khione to the ancient spirits to keep the seal over the undead army of Osyron from breaking open and unleashing the wrath of the blood thirsty god upon the people of Astaroth and the other six kingdoms. Lord Ryder's rule falls under this year and he has his eyes set on Lyra, a pure breed descendant and princess of Dragonsbane, but there are complications when he tries to get her, she cannot remember him and he cannot offer her up if she is not in love with him. Time is running out, the seal is very unstable and everything seems to be working against him as he is soon caught up in a whirlwind of impossibilities and forced to make a difficult choice. There are secrets and twists as this is a tale woven into a maze of labyrinths, with each turn unlocking a new and unpredictable play out, until he is left standing against all he had ever believed in.

Elena is forcefully mated to Alpha Lukas, the cruelest and selfish alpha to ever exist in wolf land. Her parents try to convince her that he is the one for her but in reality, they are only giving her up to him so that they can pay off their debt. Elena suffers great emotional and physical abuse under the care of Alpha Lukas with no escape. each time she tries to escape him she is caught and brought back to his mansion only to suffer great punishment. This goes on until a rogue names Damien is caught along the pack's borders intruding. He is brought to the alpha and after being tortured for some days, the alpha decided that the greater punishment would be to keep him as a prisoner in his mansion. When Damien sees Elena for the first time it is evident that they are each other's mates. They start secretly seeing each other and this goes on until Damien suggests that they escape together but Elena fears for her family and tells Damien she can't do that. Damien discovered that Lukas is the one who killed his parents and that he is not the rightful alpha of the pack. With this information, he approaches the elders and the elders suggest that they both fight not only for the throne but also for the woman in question (Elena). Damien wins the fight and he not only keeps the throne but also his mate Elena.

I was once the beloved daughter of the powerful Alpha and Luna of The Midnight Ridge Pack. I thought I had everything—a loving family, a protective brother, and a perfect fated mate—Steve Dolton, the strongest Beta of The Midnight Ridge Pack and the man I had loved for eighteen years. But when I turned eighteen, my world shattered. I discovered that I had been switched at birth and that Penny was the true heir of the pack. In an instant, I became the most awkward existence within The Midnight Ridge Pack. Though my parents promised I would always be their daughter, when Penny offended The Rogue King, they didn’t hesitate to make me take the blame and threw me into the infamous rogue den. I endured torture from silver chains and wolfsbane, my body covered in scars, becoming the lowest slave in the rogue den. It wasn’t until the fifth year that my brother-Alpha Joe and my former fiancé- Steve, came to the rogue den to take me back to The Midnight Ridge Pack. I overheard the casual chatter of the servants. "Does she seriously think she can come back?" "She made Miss Penny suffer outside for over a decade, stole ten years of happiness from her, and now she has the audacity to return and keep taking what belongs to Miss Penny. Shameless." "I heard that bringing her back this time is to help Miss Penny..." My throat tightened, and my palms grew cold. "Julia, come back home with us. We were wrong about you!" "Steve and I will treat you twice as well. You're still our precious little princess!" Amid their urging and apologies, I loosened my hand grip on the tattered hem of my dress. I had already promised to marry the son of The Rogue King. Our wedding was just around the corner.

Married for five years, Lorenzo, the underboss of the Moretti family, had never been without a woman. He found my “noble lady” posture stiff and vanilla. Dancers from Trinacria, headliners from the city’s nightclubs, his rotating stream of mistresses could fill the entire estate. Yet whenever I was displeased, whether it was throwing drinks or kicking someone out, Lorenzo never intervened. He’d only lit his cigar with casual amusement and said, “Relax. It’s just fun. No one can touch your position.” Then a clumsy, naive maid appeared. Unlike the others, she wasn’t flashy. However, when Lorenzo returned, bloodied, she’d hand him a cup of warm tea, her eyes red-rimmed. She watched him with pure admiration while he handled the family business. Lorenzo said the estate felt cold and lifeless except for her. He said only when she panicked did he feel like a hero being needed, rather than just a husband in a political marriage. Until she accidentally broke an antique vase left by my mother… Before I could react, Lorenzo stepped in and shielded her trembling form, glaring at me as if I were the enemy. “What’s wrong with you? If you’re crazy, go see a shrink. Don’t scare her like a rabid dog!” Watching his careful, protective expression, I smiled. I guess it was time for the Moretti family underboss to be replaced.