Lycan king and his Omega
It was an abandoned place now, thick with dust and silence, but the Priestess once mentioned that the truth of this kingdom lies where most fear to look—in forgotten ink.
I moved quietly through the vast hallways lined with ancient tomes, their spines cracked, their secrets sealed for centuries. My fingers brushed over leather covers, brittle scrolls, and weathered stone shelves. I didn’t even know what I was looking for—until I saw it.
A half-torn book, its cover scorched and faded.
Title etched in blood-colored ink:
“The Cursed Bloodline: History of the Black Lycan.”
My heart skipped.
I pulled it out with trembling hands, sitting cross-legged on the floor between the shelves. The pages ins
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